Our story starts with a small boy named Uriel. He grew up in Rawlins Wyoming. He lived with his family, his mother Madison, his father Ethan and his little sister Destiny. Uriel was the older of the two siblings he was ten years old, and his little sister was eight. They grew up in a small but very old house on West Davis Street. The house itself was built well back in 1800's; it had three bedrooms, and one bathroom. Down the hall was the kitchen, a reading room and medium size living room. There was a basement but it was not finished, they just used it for laundry, and storing odd things that did not fit in the upstairs rooms. They did not have much furniture but what they had was it old. Ethan worked as a guard in the nearby Wyoming Frontier Prison which was located on West Walnut Street, not far away from their home.
Madison however did not work, she was a stay at home mother who looked after her two children, and seen to it that they went to school every day and those they had food to eat. Every day Uriel and his sister Destiny would walk to school which was about three blocks away from their house, Madison was fine with the fact that they walked to school and from every day knowing they were safe.
One day at the age of twelve years old Uriel became very different, and withdrawn. He was not acting himself, and his family noticed it, this is his story of what happened to him as he gets older.
