Meet George Smith
On the surface, George Smith was a completely ordinary ten-year-old boy living in an ordinary town with an ordinary family. Even his name, George Smith, was as ordinary as it gets. In fact, “Smith” is one of the, if not the, most common last name in America, and “George”, well “George” is not much more exciting. If you asked him, he would tell you that George is definitely not the name he would have chosen for himself. If he had been given the choice, and George definitely thinks kids should be able to choose their own names (how awesome would that be?), he would have picked something like “Brandon the Destroyer,” or “Dragon,” or something cool like that. But nobody asked him. It is hard being a ten-year-old with a name like George. People were always trying to come up with nicknames for him, but none of them were ever cool, so he was stuck with George. It could’ve always been worse, though. Last year, his friend Drew was walking home from school and accidentally stepped in dog poop, and since then, everyone would call him “Poo Shoe Drew,” so sometimes, it is not a bad thing to have a boring plain name.
On top of his unexciting name, George had a pretty ordinary appearance too. He was average height, average weight, and had ordinary brown eyes. His hair was an ordinary shade of brown, at an average length without any curls or waves. The only unique thing about George’s appearance was that there was a piece of hair that stood up straight in the back of his head no matter how hard he tried to brush it down. If you were asked to describe George to a police sketch artist, there would be no identifying features other than the piece of hair sticking up in the back of his head. But, despite his boring name and totally ordinary appearance, there was something very NOT boring about George. If everyone knew this one little thing about George, they would call him unique, strange, or even amazing, but we will get to that soon.
George lived in a town called Bluffsville with his mother, father, little brother Evan, and his twin sisters Samantha and Abigail. He was the oldest child in the Smith family, and of course, his little brother and sisters got everything they wanted. That is how the Smiths ended up with two cats named Dog and Fish and a fish named Puppy. You can imagine how confusing it was when they tried to introduce friends to their pets, so George stopped trying and just pretended that he didn’t actually have any animals. He had been begging his parents to let him get a hamster forever, since his siblings each had a pet. He even promised them that if they let him get a pet hamster, he would keep it in his room and take care of cleaning the cage and feeding it all on his own. But no matter how many times he asked, he always got told no. They kept telling him that he was lucky to have his own room and that he should just be happy with that, but what good is having your own room if you can’t get what you want in it? But George didn’t complain. Having his own room was really important to him. It was his own private space where his little brother and sisters couldn’t bother him. It’s where he could play video games, talk to his friends on the computer, oh, and of course, let his butt talk as loud and as much as it wanted.
