hell is in the bell

My life

 Hello, my name is Henry Pèppor.  I am 13 years of age and live in a small town with the name of Reckless. The name should tell you something about the residents. 

I was with my best friend, Robert. He has black shoulder length hair, a dark blue T-shirt and tan shorts. For some reason he always wears shades. We are both gay and we are dating. Peoples at school make fun of us for, but they are usually gay too. We are walking to my house when Robert stops and asks,"Did you hear that?" "What?" I asked. Then I hear it, a high pitched ringing. "What is that?" He asks pointing at a small bell on the ground. "That's odd." I say, picking it up and studying it. It was blood red with a gold handle and a black bell inside. I studied it for what felt like an hour. I was snapped out of my stupor when Robert pecked me on the cheek and asks if I'm okay in his handsome voice. I told him I was fine and handed him the bell to look at. "Lets go to the library to see if we can find out anything about this bell."