He walked down the hallway with his leather jacket on,smoking like he didn't care about other peoples heath,with his shades sitting on his nose.His shoes and outfit all black not wonder why this guy was so...messed up sounding.He passed teenagers not even close to his age even though he looked like one of them.
Hes been 17 for how long,longer then you need to know.A number no one could have guessed.
It was amazing how people didn't realize the way he talked to the people sounding superior to them.Like he was better then anyone else.Like he ruled the world and no one could stand up to him.
All the girls, head over heels for him. All like under a spell when he walks passed them ignoring there yips and shrieks.
The guys all hated him or evied his popularity.Everyone knew him as the bad a** in the school.
He never sat alone,never was ignored and never hung out with a certain group,so no one seemed really close to him.
No person wondered about the boy's family.Because it never had been a real concern.
The teachers and princable were in a trance to think that he the bad boy did nothing wrong and would never get in trouble for his crimes against the school.His constant tardy record or his misbehaving.Niether mattered to them anymore because of the boy's skill to put people in this suspisious trance.
But no one noticed,no one at all.
He was James M. He the bad a**. He the vampire at Crowville high.
Everyone never stood up to him.......that won't last for long.
