Today, I've learned that there was a great deal of living up to the family name. It appears my big brother, Ziggy was one of those fashioned jocks that had confidence up the behind. Our father had decided to place me in the same highschool to help me 'grow' up... Which is harder said than done. This highschool is very strange... Only one thing came to the other students' minds. Sex.

When my mother told me that I was related to Ziggy, I did not believe her! Ziggy was well known in elementary as a badass. Everyone talked about him like he was EVERYTHING. But when Ziggy had left, those days were gone with him. And I was standing on the playground listening to the stories of what had happened. He's a great guy, smart and funny. Pure awesomeness. And after finding out that I was his little brother... Well... I didn't know I had a lot to prove...

Ziggy and I have different mothers. But our father is the same. Who ever guessed our father was a manwhore.... Agh. Something my mother never wanted to tell me. I suppose I'm a donated sperm baby? Yet, my father wanted me to grow up the same way as Ziggy... Ziggy is so cool... I doubt I can live up to it... I doubt many things.