Hello, my name is Jonathan Prill but you can call me Nate. I call myself that because my kid name is Nathan given by my Father. It was the name my mother wanted for me, but my Father hates simplistic names like Nate. But that just gives me another reason to go by it, to annoy my father. My day of birth is the 26 of January, all of my family is born in January (Keep reading, that won't be a coincidence). I am the oldest of seven siblings. It's me then Jacob, then Jacqueline and Jacques the twins, James, Jacinda, and the youngest Jibon. My parents are Joseph and Mary-Elisabeth or Beth as my Father calls her. So thats my weird family now ready to know the actual weird part, I am the eleventh generation of the gods. Yep thats right my father is a Joseph in a big way. So now that you know your God almighty can have kids and can never die don't you feel bad for us, you probably don't but e few people might. So here's the gist, the first Jesus can't ever die cause he is in what you people call heaven. His children don't get to stay up their they have to live on earth. Bummer. When we die we go up to "Heaven" just like every other person. Oh and by the way, their is no bad place their is earths dimension and "Heaven" so if you don't go to "Heaven" you go back to earth. Ha. I just get to go straight up. But then again I have to stay here till I die of old age because god decedents can't get killed or get sick. We do die but only of old age. Let me tell you that that sucks, you have one God like power and it keeps you from the gods realm. Any who, its is December 24. I hate this day because for us it isn't a holiday. Christmas for us is hiding indoors to make sure that no one can connect the dotes. And we don't have anything to celebrate, my how ever many greats-father was born some time in January like every person in my family. So jokes on you people. So I'm writing this well I'm at the church that is three miles from my house, and yes I walked here. My father says that we shouldn't go to church because of some stupid principle. So every Sunday around noon I go and walk to the closest church, say that I'm going to a friends house and I sit at mass and learn. this was one of my favorite masses. Christmas Mass. where everyone sang festive songs of Christ and had a toy drive for poor families. Now here was the only bad part. This was a family church so one kid coming in every Sunday covered in sweet from that walk and dirt from his brothers and sisters rough housing was not going to be let in. So instead, every Sunday I would clime up the perish (fancy word for church) and sit on the roof right next to one of the big stained glass windows. I had to get their an hour early so no one would see me but it worked. The only big problem was lying to my parents. You know how some people say " When my Father scolds me it's like God came down to earth just for the show" well my Father technically is god and would have me grounded for a year if he ever found out. That is why I usually depend on my favorite sister Jacinda, I call her Cindy again to mess with my Father, to have the others being punished by the time I got home. She said she was going to tell Father but I convinced her that it would be a shame if I told him that she was the one who accidently brought a bible home from school, Ha Ha blackmail, so we keep each others secrets. The other problem is our mother. She doesn't ground us kids, she makes you stand up at dinner and tell Father what you did in front of the whole family. When that happens you get grounded, extra chores, and the humiliation of the whole family. So to keep mother off our radar we do extra chores, tell her when the younger kids are doing something bad and basically turning into backstabbing traders to our fellow siblings. This makes it impossible to avoid the wrath of my brothers BB-guns and my sisters sparkly glitter booms. We throw a few unique things in to the battle ourselves and cause a little trouble but I never get caught. I have been grounded a total of three times. One was when I ran in front of a bus to see if I actually couldn't die from something like that (I spent six months for that), when I was three the twins were born and I decided to re-paint the nursery a nice shade of nuclear green ( that was only about four months), and finally the big one. I was eleven and I burnt the house down. When my mother asked why did you do that all I said was "It sucks to be the oldest" (I was grounded for eight months because that was when I was turning twelve). Cindy has been in for the least amount of time, she was in for three weeks for breaking a set of plates on accident at a department store. The truth is that James broke it and blamed Cindy. I talked to her through at the outside window for all three weeks. Our parents tried to get me down form the roof and I said that I wasn't leaving till Cindy was out. That peeved Father and made me happy that I peeved my Father. He said that sleeping on the roof was punishment enough. My sister was happy though and that was enough happiness for the both of use more of less. Cindy and I were always around each other since she could say Nate (Suck on that first word Father :P). She was my best and only friend, and yes that is sad to say for a thirteen year old to say. So yes I am thirteen years old. and Cindy is eight . Wow, I just realized why my mother wants me to go to a public school again. my only friend is like a third of my age. Ok, on the awkward note I think that I'm going to sign of. Bye.