Christopher Johnson born March 5th, 1985 in Springfield, Massachusetts. His mother's name was Patrica Johnson and his father's name was Paul Johnson. He was abandoned when he was only 4 with his mother hoping he would have a better life. His father Paul died when Christopher was only 2 years old from biker violence. His mother was left in debt and they lived on the streets until one day his mother walked to Newton Massachusetts then dropped him off at a local supermarket there. His mother said I will be right back honey look at the toys I'm going to go get some makeup. His mother left crying enough to fill up a puddle her hope was for Christopher to get picked up by some rich family and have a good life. Christopher was found then put in foster care until he was 5 and a family finally adopted him. The family did not have any kids they physically couldn't have any then when they heard Christopher's story they adopted them in a heartbeat. The family was the Millers, Susan Miller, and Larry Miller. Christopher was always sad about his mother he always thought about them. Christopher just turned 13 2 weeks ago and he just found out his mother died from tuberculosis she couldn't get any care from doctors because she rarely had 3 meals a day. Christopher cried and cried and cried when he found out his mother died he locked himself in his room and he refused to eat anything for 2 days straight. He always went to visit her grave and gave her red roses because those were her favorite flowers. Eventually, Christopher got over it when he was ready to go to high school Christopher begged his adoptive parents to let him go To boarding school and he did. He went off to boarding school for high school.