Greetings Earthlings. How astoundingly cliche is that? Wait, let me try that again. *Ahem*
Hello, my name is Kris... the last name is irrelevant at the moment. If you haven't guessed already, I'm an alien. Not like from a foreign country, but from an actual planet outside of this puny solar system. Not like I expect you to believe me since, I've gone to school many times and no one seems to notice or remotely care that I'm always blue in the face. Anyways let me cut this useless bullshitry and explain my story.
It was just the other the day me and the Fam moved here to earth. I'll get to them in a minute, but right now I feel the need to excessively bitch about things concerning me. Like every other earthling kid here, I kind of hate my life. And it isn't because I have issues, like being slightly paranoid, having mini freak outs constantly, or just being a total loser. Nah, not at all. My mother was left behind on my home planet and I had to come here with my jerk ass father and my moronic sister. Well I shouldn't say that, my sister is the sweetest person, but incredible retarded when it comes to basic understanding of things around her. Why couldn't they just leave me behind. No we had to move in this stupid swampy house, because Father is too much of a lazy ass to build one from scratch.
I took my sister's advice and started making friendlies with the people to possibly calm me down. The girl you see there is Belle. Apparently she's some rich brat from across the street. She's not that bad. She gets points for not running away when I started ranting about being paranoid that their hugest star, is going to die any moment now and we're all horribly doomed. She just nodded and smiled. What a weirdo. Friendship acquired.
The girl in the pink is my sister Kari. She's incredibly nice, but also incredibly stupid. She wants to make friends with everyone, because you see back where I'm from everyone is a prick. However, my sister and I see to be some kind of golden exception. She' all about being good and making people smile and happy. I don't consider myself a jerk but just slightly cynical, that is different right? Before even finishing moving our crap appropriately to our new house, she immediately ran out to this area called Central Park and began making nice with everyone. In particular a red haired guy in some kind of tacky plaid shirt.
