Growing up was hard because I would change in the most random times so my parents kept me in doors and made me do home schooling. So we moved to a small town named Westfir. Its also in Oregon surrounded by forests. I was 7 when that happen and i been there ever sence.
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I'v been in high School for two years. It still sucks, now i know how the teens in books feels. Getting off my motercycle i walk up to the school and go through the double doors i walk to the music room cause im early by 30 mins. When i get there I see a guy going through my music stuff.
"Hey, what are you going, why are you going through my stuff." Walking over to him i give him a low growl from my wolf animal. Grabbing him and i turn him around and hes smirking. What the hell.
" Im sorry, this stuff is yours, the teacher said to move this stuff to the locker for moving up students and you are moving up. With 4 others. Your locker is in the closet with your name on it. If you want to move it with me you can." Looking at him i see he is about 5'9 and has black hair and golden brown eyes he not skany but, not buff.
"Im sorry, but you came out of no where and i hate people going throw my stuff. Oh, quick questions, whats your name."Picking up my papers and looking at him.
He didnt answer right away trying to figure out what he was going to say. He looked sad as he was about to speak."My name is Pitch, Pitch Night. I no that sounds wierd but, my real name is a painful memorie of what happen to my family." He looked even sadder.
"Im sorry, i didnt know and if i did i wouldnt have asked."Looking way.
He then grabbed my my chin and made me look at him, he was also smiling." I justed noticed how we keep saying sorry. oops, there it is again." I start laughing so does he. Then i notice were done.
"Well i got to go, thanks for telling me you moving my stuff because i would have got really mad and that sure would not be fun for anyone." Smiling for the fist time i was in high school.
