Introduction

Waltonsville, it's a beautiful town with beautiful people - well, mostly. Sometimes it can feel like a prison but I will get to that later. This town was names after my great grandfather who was one of the first to build and make Waltonsville what it is today. The house my great grandfather built still stands today, perched on a hilltop overlooking the town and its people. Its a grand house where my grandfather was born, lived and died, where my father was born and has lived his whole life, and where I was born and have lived for all of my 15 years of life and counting. As you may have guessed, my family is rich beyond belief, once the town being named after my great grandfather.