This Is The First Thing (Punk MGC) [English Version]

PROLOGUE

The door was pushed open just as Mr. Miller wanted to start the lesson.

„Ah, Mr. Clifford. How nice of you to join us.“ He greeted the newcomer annoyed. When my brain registered his name my head flew in the direction of the door. Clifford? As in Michael Clifford?

The boy wore black skinny jeans, a ripped band shirt and his hair was an indefinable colour between pink and purple. his lip was pierced and there were tattoos scattered all over his arms. 

But when I looked at him while he walked in my direction I got caught in his eyes. His eyes - full of warmth and love when I last saw them - were cold and emotionless. Nontheless I knew it were the same eyes. 

There in front of me was my childhood best friend, Michael Gordon Clifford, and he hated my guts.