Griffin Harris. A 19-year-old boy. Star basketball player since freshman year. A dedicated older brother and son. A trustworthy, loyal, rational, and a real friend. One of the most well known and attractive students at Haven High. Funny, grounded...
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Griffin Harris
"This is me,
So please accept me for who I am...
And please accept me for what I do,
I'm just doing everything that I can...
'Cause I wanna be is tru...
So please accept me for who I am,
And please accept me for what I do...
'Cause there's no me without you,
And I all I want to be is tru..."
Llyod's voice filtered through my eardrums, gently waking me from my peaceful slumber. With a soft groan, I rolled over and turned off the alarm on my phone.
6:00 AM.
Sinking into my mattress, I lazily stared at the stark white ceiling. Sometimes I wish I didn't have to wake up to face another school day, but we don't always get what we want in life...
"Wake up, Griff. The day waits for no one," I sighed. Sitting up, I stretched out my body until a chorus of satisfying 'pop's sang from my unused joints. A deep groan escaped my lips as I took a moment to savor it before rolling out of bed. After doing some push-ups, lunges, sit-ups, and deep stretches, I woke up a bit more. A light sheen of sweat covered my body, lightly drenching my white wife-beater tank top.
Opening the light to my room, I looked at my reflection. Dark brown eyes with light brown flecks stared back at me. My caramel skin glistened with sweat. As my fingers ran through my dark brown curls, the muscles in my arm flexed. I sighed softly.
Being a star player in basketball, alongside my looks, placed me in the spotlight at my high school, Haven High. Not saying I wasn't known growing up as a kid. I was a friendly face among my peers, which made me easily approachable and easy to talk to. But I eventually grew to resent it.
I learned in my first year at Haven High that it's less about you and more about your reputation. Now as a senior, I feel like there's only a handful of friends I can say know me on a personal level.
I may look like I have a lot of friends, but in reality, I never felt more alone...
Letting out one last sigh, I grabbed my towel and phone and went to the bathroom. I had a small speaker in there to listen to music while I did my morning routine. Searching for a song, I grinned and found one of my favorites, None of My Business by Andy Mineo.
As the song played, I brushed my teeth, dancing along a little bit. Midway through the song, I spat out the paste and rinsed it with mouthwash. Washing my face with some cleanser, I sang along to my music. Even as a man, I liked to keep up my appearance in all aspects. Some dudes would come to me to ask me how I got the way I am. All I say is genetics and self-care. The looks I get when I say that before hearing the comment, "What a light skin nigga", followed by an eye roll and them walking off was common.
