The Truth About Chris Wilder

I wouldn’t say Chris Wilder is a bad boy. Yea sure, he gets bad grades, got a cold dark look permanently on his face. But this isn’t like the books. He isn’t devilishly handsome. He isn’t a manwhore. He doesn’t get all the chick and no one wants to be him. He doesn’t have a cocky attitude; in fact he barely speaks at all, if he is even at school. He isn’t some stuck up little rich kid, who pretends he’s a loner or a “bad boy”. He doesn’t have designer gear. He doesn’t have a leather jacket and he doesn’t ride a badass motorcycle. No, Chris Wilder isn’t like that at all. It feels like he’s lost. He comes from a bad neighborhood; anyone from a mile away can see that. He wears the same cycle of clothes throughout the week. He gets shit grades because he’s mostly not even at school, but when he is you can see the faint marks of purpling bruises. He had big hands that are rough with callouses from hard labour. Everyone just stays away from him. They all think he’s just some loner kid who doesn’t even deserve a second glance; they act like he’s a disease. I feel like I’m the only one who’s curious. The only one who wants’ to know this mysterious and misunderstood boy. I want a peek of what’s under that boy’s hoodie and see what makes him tick, see what kind of life he leads and why he acts the way he does. Now all I have to do is try to get him to speak.