AN: hello to all those people who decided to read this. I'm glad you took interest in this. I cant tell you what to expect because honestly not even I do, and its my fic. I just kind of got this from a dream like I do most of my stories. I know this may seem a bit......nubeish......to you and -as I hate to admit - I am. So please don't judge guys. Its my first fan fic ever, so if you have any advice or criticism I will gladly accept this if you e-mail it to me at crazyenloekids@gmail.com. Thank you,and enjoy!!
I was sitting up in a tree that day. Drowning the world out in song. All there was, was me ,my voice, and my guitar. At least that's what I thought.
I was usually always the one with the most energy, but I was also the one with the most violent thoughts and actions. I had nothing to blame it on, but others did. They said it was because of the violence level in my house hold. My only thoughts about that was that it was a butt load of bull shit. But you cant stop people from thinking can you? *
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