Is this it?..

Our start

We start in a small town, in Denver. We zoom into a boy named "Bruce yamada". the golden boy of this town, everyone loved him. He was the definition of perfect. But back to this story... Bruce's family keeps talking to him about love stories, love, and "love at first sight". I guess he just never got the hint! But anyways, he's dealing with this weird kid who thinks it's fun to bully him..
BRUCE'S POV:
Another day.. I wake up early, and I get up. I walk into the bathroom and brush my teeth. Then, I would go back into my room and change into a normal outfit. It was a baseball shirt with bootcut jeans with a grey jacket. I would slide on my socks and grab my bag. It's not fun being the golden boy, who's always early, who only rides a bike, who can only get straight As. I should get going now. I walk outside and feel the calming cold wind blow in my face, making me shiver. I want to ride my bike today.. but I cant. One of the wheels, something is wrong with it. Some kids at school popped the tire. I would start to walk along the side walk, of course stepping on trash.. I may live in a nice house, but not in a nice neighborhood. I fasten my paste, knowing that someone was pissed at me for something, and I was going to get my ass beat today. They said that they'd jump me or something.. as I'm getting lost in my thoughts, I bump into someone. "Shit- I'm sorry." I would look up and see the one and only Vance hopper. Of course I bump into him! The dude who wanted to beat my ass up because I said something about how pinball is for little baby gremlins (IM SORRY I RLLY WANTED TO ADD THIS IN💀💀) well I mean not like theres a difference.. but I'm about to get my ass beat here, are my last words going to be something about a gremlin? I don't think so. "What the fuck?!" Vance would yell at me after I bumped into him. I was just frozen standing there, not knowing what to say. "Well are you gonna say sorry?! I'm going to beat your fucking ass!" Vance would scream. "I-I.. Sorry!" I would then run for it, as fast as I could. Soon, I would make it to school, with my legs on fire and breathless. I would just go right back to running, I had math first.. I didn't even care about my locker anymore, I was almost late. I would run into the class and quickly start unpacking, good thing the teacher wasn't there yet, if she was, I would be dead meat. Not even dead meat! Dead trash.

Sorry this was short pookies!!