Hi, my name is Jordan Olsen I'm in 11th grade. I just moved to Wisconsin from Florida. My parents say they just wanted to move somewhere with a different scenery but I know that my Dad lost his job. We moved to this small town called Mauston. It's so different from Orlando. I honestly have no friends because I'm the weird one. But at least 2 people are my friends..... 1 of them is kinda like me she's into bands loves black and is always hiding how she feels... I can tell. Her name is Skye Evans. The other one is kinda popular, that's why I don't really trust it. I mean who wants to actually be friends with a freak? Anyway we have somethings in common we both like action movies, our favorite color is blue, we both are afraid of clowns, and we love to make people laugh. His name is Wyatt Finucan. Anyway I may not be 18 but I have A LOT of tattoos I got them as my aunt was learning how to be a tattoo artist and she just practiced on me... I'm not complaining because every tattoo I get I love. But I think that's another reason we moved, because they don't want me getting anymore tattoos since I'm only 17. But still, one more year and I'll be able to get more tattoos. I think my tattoos scare people, I think that's why no one really talks to me. Both of my friends say they think it's awesome and that's what made them wanna talk to me, that and my bright hair color. Well I guess that's all there really is to it.
~Skye's POV~
I can't believe that no one would talk to her besides me and Finucan at school like why can't people just get over themselves. Well I'm Skye Evans, I don't really talk because I'm basically known as the shy emo even though I'm NOT emo. I just like to dye my hair and listen to music a lot. Anyway I could tell that Jordan was having a hard time getting from Class to Class and she sat alone at lunch so I decided that she should have a friend and that friend was going to be me. Might as well right? I don't even have very many friends. But before I could sit by her I saw him get up from his table and go to hers. They started to talk and as I was making my way towards them he looked up and waved. Of course I waved back as I sat down then I introduced myself to her because he already knew who I was and I knew who he was... And he was definitely trouble.
