Chapter One

There once was a man named Thomas Rogene.

Thomas Rogene married a woman named Katie Ericsson. Their story is wonderful.

Thomas grew up in the lower-upper class... the kind of place where he had quite a bit of money and a very large house, but he didn't have menservants and gardeners and servants and cooks. and those people who don't do anything but stand around and open doors.

His parents weren't divorced, in fact, his dad, Jim Rogene, was the inventor of Rogene hair and facial products. His small 1.2758% of all profits generated by the product was sufficient enough so that he never had to work again. His mother, Carol, liked tennis. She was very very very good, and always dominated the inter-country club tournament. She was so good that people pretended to like her, when in fact they all hated her. All except for Joni Kchovenejenenen and Chisti Haroll. Joni was her only competition as an ex-professional, but she was getting on at 66 and so she tended to be more friendly then not. Christi was very empty. She liked everyone but she didn't know why.

Thomas grew up attending a small private school. He was incessantly curious, and very bright. His body's chemical proportions were favorable, but he had adhd and dyslexia. Unfortunately, it was the kind of dyslexia that was too small to be diagnosed, but large enough to where it made small print impossible to read. This lead to glasses that were completely useless. But it didn't matter. Thomas was in the lower-upper class. it didn't matter if he spent money on glasses.

When he was in High School, Thomas switched schools for hockey, which was what he was good at that people cared about. He was also very good at drawing and cooking food. But nobody cared about his paintings. And his friends made fun of his exquisite taste and his beautiful talent for food. They never quite understood what he meant when he said he loved food.

Regardless, the private school at which he was stationed was no good for athletics, and Thomas wanted to expand his horizons. He transferred to the local public school. He lived in Ontario, Canada. He was 6'5''. He wanted to go to cooking school in France. He knew his only chance was to go by playing hockey. He worked very very hard.

The local public school was full of kids from either the lower-upper class, the middle-upper class, or the upper-upper class. They all asked Thomas if his name was like the hair gel. He said yes, exactly like it. People were always impressed.

His sophomore year, there was a freshman named Jake Rogene in his art class. They were not related. Thomas felt sorry for Jake because people asked Jake if his name was for hair, and if he was related to Thomas. Jake always said no. People were always unimpressed.

Thomas was a star on the Hockey team, people liked him because of his name and because he was good at hockey.

Life was good for Thomas, and he knew it. He never once was ungrateful for what was given to him, and he worked very hard each day to earn it. But he was always so confused by the way social structure seemed to work in his city. He thought a lot about it.