It was another day in the shit hole of Burkley High school.Everyday is always the same.Everyone is either too druged up off there ass or too waisted to handle a simple conversation.And there is always a big jerk- off who tourments with the weak.Its just me and my best friend Marcel Styles.I've met him when I moved to this hellhole five years ago.Marcel has bright green eyes that are behind his ridicously large black ray-bands frame glasses.He has natrauly curly brown locks that when you push down on them,they bounce back instantly.But he hides them with a bottle of hair gel.He wears sweater vests,and caqui pants with dress shoes everyday,he is practicaly a bully magnet those dicks love to prey on him and it makes me sick.No one has marcel ever opened up to besides me.If these dipshits just get to know him before they fuck him over,maybe,just maybe they will realize how nice and amazing he is.
