Hi, I'm Andy Boyd Urie. I have black hair that falls a bit below my shoulders, its straight. I'm a petite little thing, 5.3 and about 110 lbs. I'm sixteen and right now in the middle of a big fight with my parents...
"What the hell Andy! Why didnt you tell us?!" My mom screamed at me. I sighed. My parents were druggies, I was a mistake. "Get out." Ordered my dad, and I looked to my mom and she nodded. I moved to go upstairs and pack my shit, but my dad moved in the way. "No. Get out." Defiantly, I flippes my hair over my shoulder and turned, taking just my purse and bookbag with me. I walked out to the highway, texting everyone I knew to ask to stay at there houses. That wasnt many people. I sighed as I got a bunch of 'no's or 'cant's. I sat down on the side of the busy road and cried.
Soon enough a car pulled over behind me. Great, now I am going to be kidnapped and raped. I thought. Instead my saviour stepped out of his little green ferrari. I frowned. "Hey Alex." I said bitterly. He came and sat down next to me, trying to put his hand on my upper thigh till I pushed it away. "Why're you out here all alone..." He looked at me again. "and why are you crying?" He asked, I guess trying to be kind. He reached towards me and pushed the hair out of my face, then tried to clear the running eyeliner and mascara off my face. I smiled sadly at him and told him everything that had happened.
So thats how I got where I am now. He had driven me to his apartment, becauae he lived there alone, and gave me the other room. He drives me to school in the morning now, and he helped me out with money. Oh, I guess your kinda wondering now who Laex is exactly. His full name is Alexander Grake, no middle name. He is about 6.4 and a middle weight dude. He plays soccer, and is awesome by the way, and is a major player. Though, being alone with him as often as I was, he really isnt that bad.
