In my life some things have really stunk, I felt like a total punk.
             When hope was out of sight, I had a brother who stepped in to fight.
             I could be in the dumps, really canned, he would always lend a helping hand.
             He could be really close or not, I could still call him on the spot.
             Not only was he there for the bad days, but for the good ones, always,
             I can't say we've always been on the same track, but my brother's always got my back.
             I could be in any sort of jam some as thick as tar, still he would never be that far.
             We used to fight all the time when we were young, then, well then I pierced my tongue.
             That's when he went away, he's never even come back for like a day.
             It's okay now I don't mind, because my brother I can always find.
             I love him more then a lot things, and it's not only because we're siblings.
             Where ever he is I still see his face, he's my one and only brother, I love you Ace.
             My name is Annie Chapman and I am sixteen years old. I started my life in 1983, in Los Angeles, actually in a suburb called Culver City. From the hospital I moved into a house on Lucerne Ave with my father Alan Berftman, my mother Mary Lee Chapman, and my older brother by four years, Ace. I spent just short of ten years in that same house. While I lived in Culver City I attended a Spanish emersion elementary school called El Rinclon. There I learned to speak Spanish as a second language.
             A month before my tenth birthday my parents decided to move to the small town of Little Stone. They took ownership of an old hotel called the Winnemucckah. So into the Winnemucckah we moved. I began third grade at the local school called Oten Valley after Christmas break. After living in the big city I was amazed at how small Little Stone was compared to Los Angeles.
             After three years of living in the hotel my parents got
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