There was a new boy who moved in. My friend Jane didn't seem to fond of him i guess but i wanted to meet him. He seemed cool. He even had a little brother. His brother wasn't too much younger than him. Probably around my age. Jeff, the new kid, was about two years older or so. At this point he was thirteen. He was also in the seventh grade just like me at the time. Well you may think why would a eleven year old be in the same grade as someone thirteen? Well before my mother passed away from cancer she was a strict lady. Loving but strict. When i was in the second grade I skipped second and went right to third grade.
I never really talked to him and well he didn't talk to anyone. He seemed like a nice boy and had pretty good grades. Maybe he was just shy. He was kinda cute but I was way too young for him plus i didn't like him. i mean hey, you can think someone is cute but you don't have to like them. (true though)
On his first day his homeroom was the same as mine. I had smiled and waved for him to sit next to me. I felt bad. Being the new kid is always hard. I mean i know by heart it is. Me, My dad, and my mother used to move a lot because my mom had business trips and shit. He came and sat at the dark brown desk next to me. We didn't really talk much. Well there was some small talk. I had told him about Randy and his goons of a gang. We also just talked about school and things. He told me Jane was going to his house for dinner one night.
i think i considered Jeff my friend. He would be my second ever friend. Jane being my one and only until now. Jane was a good girl. She was nice. She was pretty over protective of me at times but that was okay with me.
After homeroom we had to go to second period. That was when me and Jeff split into different classes. Me and him only had that ONE period together. I heard people talking about Jeff in the hall way. That was expected though he was new. Of course i heard talking about me. There was always talking about me. I was the youngest and i wasn't popular. I also didn't think i was pretty.
I had emerald green orbs for eyes with long thick eyelashes. I had short black hair down to my neck. I always wore a choker. No i am not emo or Gothic or anything of that nature I JUST LIKE THEM OKAY!? Heh... Anyways I was pretty tall for my age. Although I was still shorter than everyone in school i was close to their height. My lips were an okay size and were a shade of light baby pink. I had My nose pierced and also my ears.
While i had green eyes Jeff had blue bright diamonds and brown hair. his hair was short yet it wasn't long. He looked like any average kid.
when school was over it went all down hill. Soon enough the incident happen with Randy and his gang... it happened so fast... i was on the bus and i watched it happen before my own eyes. Crazy sight to see... but... it looked... cool.... he fought back something no one ever did to them.
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RandomHI! I am Ezra. This is my story on my life! Right when i think my life is weird and odd it get even worse. Maybe just maybe...it was just for the better. Read about me going on my crazy adventures and funny moments with my killers friends.