Today was supposed to be the best day of my life. It was the day I finally became a teenager. I had been looking forward to turning thirteen for months.
Instead, today turned out to be the day my life almost ended. Can you imagine finally turning thirteen, only to find out that your whole life has been a lie? Can you imagine almost being eaten by an ogre on the same day? Well, that’s exactly what happened to me. My name is Peter, and this is the story of my life. For as long as I can remember, Brooklyn has been my home.
My mom and I have always lived at 375 Driggs Avenue, right above a small german bakery. My mom always worked at that bakery, which for some reason doesn’t have a name. People in the neighborhood just call it the old german place. The bakery is owned by a kind, but grumpy old german man named Dieter. Most days, I sit there after school and do my homework. It’s not as bad as you may be thinking. The bakery is kind of a cool place to be, and I get to eat all the cupcakes I want.
You may be wondering about my dad and what he does. I honestly couldn’t tell you, because I had never met the man. My mom tells me that she met my dad in college and fell instantly in love with him. They moved in together and were quite happy at first.
That didn’t last long however. As soon as my dad found out that my mom was going to have me, he split. My mom was so angry that she ripped every picture of him, changed her name and moved to Brooklyn. That’s all my mom will say on the subject and I don’t press for more. The morning of my thirteenth birthday, I wake to an empty apartment. I go down to the bakery to see if she was there. Dieter tells me that my mom had to go away to deal with something relating to the bakery and that she would be home later.
He then proceeds to give me the most insane cupcake to eat and tells me to come with him in the back for a moment. I walked with Dieter to the back of the bakery and down into a ce…