I'm Sam McGraw. I have wavy jet black hair with golden eyes. Which my parents said was the sign of some genetic mutation. Bullshit, they don't know what they're talking about. Anyway, I grew a 5 o'clock shadow a few weeks ago and decided to keep it around for a while. Okay, not a 5 o'clock shadow, more of a patchy beard thing. I'm 18, but am in class with a bunch of 16 year olds this year because they held me back two years. I'm 6'3" and would like to think that I'm pretty buff. I can lift a lot so that counts. My "parents" are Paulette and Steven. My mom is really petite with shoulder length curly blonde hair, green eyes, she's 32. My dad is kind of small too. He's really broad which makes up for his height- which is 5'9" by the way. He's got sandy hair, blue eyes, and he's 33. My real brother is Ryder. He's a shitload calmer than I am, pretty levelheaded too. He's got black hair, brown eyes, really muscular, 6'1", and he's 22. He's got a tattoo on his back that's just a snow covered tree with the words MUSIC SPEAKS WHEN WORDS FAIL. Under that is a guitar which takes up the rest of his back. He has a dream-catcher on his left bicep. Ryder drives a black hummer and I have a motorcycle. Which, I might add, I crashed a while back. I've got a long, ragged scar down my back from that accident when I was 15. My hands are covered in scars too. Mainly from fixing my motorcycle, crashing it, scars on my knuckles from fights, and scars on my palms from playing with fire too many times. I can play both acoustic and electric guitar, violin, and piano. Ryder is currently going to college in the city, so he got an apartment up there. I have to go back to school tomorrow, so...yeah. School sucks.
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