Channy's Journals #5

Brock was an average kid with an average build. He was about six feet tall and on the scrawnier side. When you think of the name Brock, you thing of a hulking, meathead type of guy. Brock Wallace did not live up to this description at all. He was actually quite the opposite. He wasn't intimidating in the least and more often than not, he was the smartest kid in any given class at Midland High. This isn't as impressive as you'd assume at first, as Midland High is in the middle of one the smallest cities in all of Texas. There wasn't a lot of brain power being tossed around in the halls, and there were more D's in that school than there are in the entire composition of Doo Wah Diddy Diddy by Manfred Mann. The local colleges saw Midland as a metaphorical wasteland, as there was absolutely no recruiting potential for the school. Their athletics were in pitiful condition as well. Now, their basketball scores weren't as bad as their academic scores but they were still relatively abysmal when compared to other school in the area. Brock only went to this school because his parents couldn't afford to move anywhere else. His dad worked at the local factory, often times coming home later than was expected, and his mother has no job. Brock's mother recently had another child, so she has to stay home and take care of Brock's little sister while her husband, Brock's dad worked extra hours at the town's steel mill. The transition from being an only child to getting hardly any attention at all has sent waves and waves of jealousy and anger over Brock. He tries to ignore them the best he can and go along with whatever his day-to-day life consists of, but there's only so much of that he can do. He has found that the only way to cope with this sudden change in his home life is to focus on his social life. He has found solace in his friends at school and nothing has helped him quite as much as that.