arthur ashbrook. d12. cb. fin.

I don't understand why people complain about living in Twelve so much.

People overexaggerate it. My father doesn't have to work much, my grandfather takes cares of that. He runs some of the coal mines and supports us financially. And I love my grandfather. I know he must pay his workers well, I heard he even provides them housing. People just always want more and more. But isn't our little district enough?

Even if the food isn't the best tasting, sometimes we have so much here that father and I can't finish it all and we have to throw away food that's gone bad. I've had a few guys at school threaten me. Saying something about my grandfather and his mines. I don't get it. My grandfather is not a cruel man. I try to be a nice guy, I can usually be pretty charismatic too, but jeez, sorry you're mad that my grandfather worked hard to be on top and your family hasn't.

I'm not sure if my grandfather ever plans to turn over the mines to my father or myself after he decides to retire or when he passes away. I would like to eventually have a share in the family business, it seems like fun. I have quite a few friends, despite a few of the assholes at my school. Though weirdly enough, most of them just want to do boring stuff when we hang out. They just want to come over and eat or go shopping, knowing I'll pay of course. It gets tiring.