Fearless.

Chapter 1

Bruce James. That's my name. Nothing more. Nothing less.  It's blurry where the beginning was, two, three months ago? They say it was four, I guess that's where I'll start. At my beginning.

Back then, I guess you could consider me a "jock". Captain of the football team, quarter back, class president, I realize now it's all so stupid, but that's what she has worn off on me. I had a perfect little life that everyone imagines, and then they imagine that kid becoming the president or a pro-athlete of some sort. This probably makes me sound like I jerk, but I don't think I was. I tried to be nice, kind, and considerate. Like I do today. Yeah, there was sometimes I was a total, a-hole, but I sometimes we all are.

I look like superman according to the everyone and their mothers. 6'2, black tousled hair, athletic/muscular, a kind face, and the only difference between superman and me is my green eyes. I don't sound very modest in this description, but it's the truth. Maybe take the kind face out. That was a little much. 

4 months ago, things were looking up, I had just turned 17, won the election for class president, and won our last game of the season and became the county champs. I was walking home with my best friend J.P.

" Haha, dude, that toss was awesome! And Lisa was TOTALLY looking at you." said J.P.

" That's what most people do to me at a football game, I'm kind of the quarterback." I replied.

"That's not what I mean, jerk, she thinks you're hot!  Class prez., quarterback, school hottie, why don't you go out with anyone?" 

" Because, the only people who express their feelings to me are shallow cheerleaders, and I don't know anyone else. Some of us our heads up here, not down there." 

" Well at least I get some action. You sit in the corners at parties, you don't even dance! And don't give the crap you can't dance, and dancing with some doesn't mean you are bound to them for the rest of your life!"

" I don't know, I just..... I don't know. I feel stupid dancing, because I don't want to dance with anyone, not yet anyone. Like how Captain America says,  he's 'waiting for the right partner'."

" Sometimes your such a girl. Anyway, good luck with getting a car. I think your parents will say yes 'wonder boy'." said J.P. as he walked in to his house.

" Thanks, and don't call me that!"  I  said angrily, and then I walked home.

I was really hoping my parents would by me this old bang up 1968  black Camaro. I had been staring at it eagerly for weeks. It just needed a few tunes ups and replacements and it would be perfect. I hadn't noticed it there for the past few weeks, I was hoping that my parents had bought it,and fixed it up.  I closed my eyes, and imagined driving it cross country. And then I ran into a tree. I got up, remembered how stupid I am, and look at the tree. This tree was right in front of my yard for years, and I knew for sure, there was never a hole in it until now. Which is a little weird, but it didn't cross my mind that I could have done it.

I walked inside, hoping to find my parents, no such luck. I went up stairs and collapsed in my bed dreaming of driving in my sexy 1968 black Camaro.