He was born on December 2nd, to Lauren and Jacob Gray. He was an only child. As soon as he could talk, he never stopped. He’d talk for hours straight, barely taking a breath. And when no one would listen to his rambling, he would write. In two years, he filled 19 journals, 128 napkins, and 305 sheets of paper with stories that he thought up. Out of all of Ira Boyce’s (his best friend) attempts to get his sister (Ria) to make friends, Mathew came the closest to being successful. Ria enjoyed listening to his stories.
Mathew loved to read. That’s the first thing you need to know about him. Any chance he got, he read. He was always nice to people. He got along with pretty much everyone. He talked a lot, and branched out and got to know anyone and everyone he could. He wasn’t physically strong at all. He wasn’t into physical activity and thought that it was a waste of time. He was a very good story teller with a large imagination.