High school is known as a prison or Hell for the last of your teen years. But for me, despite its strange ways, high school is... a blessing. Phoenix is interesting. Phoenix is helpful. Phoenix is caring. Phoenix is different. But regardless of these aspects people judge him off of stereotypes. That he is wicked and cold-hearted. That he has no feeling or no morals because of the tattoos, piercings, and black clothing hide his true self. That his dad, a tattoo artist, is a horrible criminal. That he sells drugs and gets into gang fights. That it is not true that Phoenix is anything more. That it is not true that Phoenix loves his dad with all his heart. That it is not true that Phoenix's passion is playing the old rustic guitar that he got from his dad when he was old enough to walk. So when a boy and girl offer their hands to him, will he trust his instincts that they are good people or will he follow his experience and continue to walk his path with only his guitar strapped to his back?