Guts

Okay so before I get into all the lovey dovey kissy shit, which I'm not totally sure I should anyway (just saying), I have to start at the beginning.
*Seventh grade flash back*
It was about the middle of my seventh grade year, in a Baltimore middle school. I was sitting in math class anxiously waiting on the bell to ring to start class. I only wanted to get home, I hated school. Nothing ever happened and I had next to no friends because I was the "weird kid." I had moved from England at four years old, but that didn't stop the accent even after years of living in the US. I was different. I wore my hair longer than other boys and I wore chick jeans (and let me tell you they looked hella good on me). I listened to music different than them and they didnt like it. I had no friends but I did have a loving family, well an incomplete family. The reason we moved was because my older brother, Tom, killed himself because of bullying and depression. I looked up to him. He was my best friend. It was hard on my parents but never once did they forgot or neglect me. We moved though because the memories were to much. They decided they they didn't want anymore kids though because it would just be to hard.
Anyway back to the problem at hand,
MATH.
I wasn't bad at school but I had a bad habit of daydreaming, sometimes it was about my brother, other times it was about getting out of here and making something of myself to show everyone that the "nobody" was somebody.

Anyway the bell had rung and I opened my book when suddenly everything went quiet. I looked up to the front of the class and there stood a new kid. Hair longer than mine, with a blonde streak in his bangs, pants tighter than mine (OUCH!) and a Blink 182 shirt.
He looked right at me and said "nice shirt."
He had just complemented my favorite Green Day shirt. I had a great feeling about this new kid.

Notes

Well what do you think?

Questions, comments, concerns?