A sad beggining.

   So, I just started reading a story about this kid who gets into a motorcycle accident.  I don't really know much about Michel.  All I know I know is that he is supposedly a daredevil, and that's just because his friends are describing him.  There are a bunch of backgrounds and flashbacks.  I get to see the other sides of  Michel that no one else knows about, except the person who has experience the moment with him.  I sense that everyone shares a secret with Michel, as special moment that no one knows.
    I think I can never really connect with some stuff Michel has done in hes life, but I can come close enough to know what it feels like.  For example he is disliked by his father but adored by his mother.  I am adored by my mother, but don't know much about my father.  I never actually understood the connection between me and my father.  It wasn't love or hate, like or dislike.  Things were just awkward.  Never knowing what to do or what to say.  Never really assuming what was really going on when we were together or when we were apart.  He mostly never crossed my mind.  I already had other things to do.  I had plans and activities, and sometimes having to cancel them at last minute because my dad wanted to do something, but he never knew my schedule.  Now in present time he still does the same thing when I   am visiting my friends and family from my mother's side.  For instance, this last summer he wanted to take me to a party where his family was.  I already had things to do.  My closes friend was going to be home soon and I was going to see her.  I told my mom I couldn't and surely she understood.  But apparently my dad didn't.  So he left mad and upset.  I went to my friend and had a great time.
   Michel, the daredevil always trying to do something fun and exciting.  For me, that's sports.  I love soccer, running and swimming. But sometimes they are not enough, so I go cliff diving whenever I can.  I like doing and trying different things.  That's one thing that both of my parents can agree on.  I got that part of my genes form both of them.  Two things that my dad tough me to do was riding a motorcycle and driving.  But my mom won't let me, especially after the accidents that have happened to both of us.  After her last motorcycle ride, she ended with a cast.  After that cast was taken off she had 2 scars and weak legs. 
   I try my best to cheer up my friends and help them when there is something bothering them.  So does Michel. My friends ask all the time how can I act so happy all the time. But I don't. They don't know my past and all the suffering that I have seen and felt.  I am always happy because I am in a better place now and everything is O.K.  Nothing can hurt me because I already have gone through the worst of the worst.