If I could turn back time

This can't be right, can it?

Not much happened to Callum between his birth and starting high school in 2010. His childhood was just like any other bar a few hospital visits to treat a few knee injuries due to him being an avid footballer as well as kickboxing practitioner. Now, as you can well imagine, all this physical activity built him up somewhat, to where he was 120lbs of pure muscle by the age of 11. A perfectly defined six pack that you would be lucky to see on a body builder, and legs think and strong enough to snap a baseball bat in half, led to him being somewhat popular among the young prepubescent teenage girls at his school.

Their feelings were never reciprocated however. He found them, strange. Almost alien. He could not piece together what it was, but he wasn't like all the rest of the boys in the school. Of course his hormones were raging just like you'd expect in any average 11 year old male, but there wasn't much drive there. He found himself just hanging out with his boys more often than not, fielding date requests from girls who clearly wanted some but were never going to get any. He wasn't just built well either.

He was a gorgeous young lad. His dark brown hair flowed, perfectly styled to keep it out of his face as well as to drive all the girls wild. His teeth were a glorious white. You could see his smile from a mile away, and it was just as cheeky as it was when he was a little boy. Are you starting to see why he was so well liked by the female population? Also his eyes, a soft brown that melted hearts and held a universe in there. He also had a wink that could stop anyone's heart. A killer of a teenager, but plagued by the inability to have any feelings for the opposite sex. And as he saw it, for any sex.

There was one girl who had his attention however. His best friend Leona. They had been best friends since they met at a very young age. They lived on the same street and would play together everyday for years. Then he discovered the art of kickboxing and she discovered the art of judo. The two excelled. Leona was not a girl to be messed with either. She was sweet but badmouth her and she would punch your lips off your face. As a few unlucky souls found out. She was quite tall too. A good couple of inches taller than Callum who was already tall for their age. She was a hell of a figure.

She wasn't a particularly girly girl however. She wasn't a curvy sort of girl. Even for an 11 year old she was quite flat. Lacking most of what boys of that age are into. She was also rather broad shouldered for a girl. She was not like any of the others there due to her physical attributes not matching with most of the girls in the school at the time. She didn't care though. She spent a lot of time on her hair mostly. She had the sides shaved very short into various different patterns, something she prided herself on, due to it not being like anyone else's. The top flowed as that remained mostly untouched apart from the bright red dye that had been systematically added over the years, setting her apart from the rest. She also spent a lot of time in various parlours getting various different piercings in both ears. Her mother fought a lot to let her into the school due to their disagreements but her grades spoke for themselves and the school eventually relented, much to the dismay of many involved. She did fit one pattern however. Her eyes were a rich blue, like most of the other girls there, a fact she wasn't too fond of as it made her, in her own words, "like them". She was also somewhat of a flirt, teasing boys and girls alike, some enjoyed it, others, not so much and chose to fight back. It did not go well for them. She would also scrawl various pentagrams and satanic imagery in her school books and all over her skin, as well as on the walls at school. The teachers were worried about her but her mother said it was normal. Convincing the teachers they were educating the spawn of Satan.