Hi, my name is Spike Rebar Guttersplat Way. *eww no! I don't listen to MCR only posers do that so watch it! (Ok maybe I do but shhhh!)* AnyWays most people just call me Spike, or baby punk. I've never understood why people think I'm a baby punk??!!? I mean I listen to cool stuff and dress awesome! Plus I'm not a baby ok, I'm 14 geez. So I guess it'll help to describe how I look. *posers don't hate ok?* I'm five foot 9 and and a bit, but I tell everyone I'm 5-10, and my platform docs, steel toe of course! Make me even taller. I also have a mohawk so yeah, you get the picture; I'm tall. My mohawk is neon pink and about seven inches tall, but don't get the wrong idea; this bitch ain't no prep, almost nothing I wear besides band shirts isn't black. Today I am wearing my signature docs, my crust pants *if you don't know whas dis u a poser don't flame and go away!*, a silver pyramid studd belt so people know I know my shit, a dead Kennedy's shirt, and a black flannel print jacket; a size to big *I want to make myself a vest or a leather but that's expensive and I don't know what patches to put on or what to paint!, I'm over one *yes only one because I'm cool* is small backpack with evil devil-worshipping symbols from the show supernatural that I got from hot topic, and yeah duh my hawk is up. Anyways now that you know what I look like I guess I should tell you what happened that day, the day it all started, the day that would spiral into the greatest romance ever and some of the worst tragedies that like have happened. Not the worst duuhh! I mean MCR did break up! *Not that I like MCR*
