Ode To My Former Life; No Longer Am I The Same

There he sat, the most marvelous man to ever grace the Earth. Although, he wasn't taller than an average 16 year old boy, he never let that ever get the better of him. With those handsome and charming looks that can make just about anyone let themselves be swept off their feet or fill their minds with envious thoughts. Flowing behind him was a soft, loving shade of brown with an neatly assorted rainbow under that reached his waist, a pair of sharp eyes, hidden behind a pair of black rectangle glasses, who's color resembled a canary, and skin almost as pale as ice dusted with latte freckles. There was something off about his eyes however, I couldn't tell what. My guess is his eye color. They are so unique and different that you find yourself staring into them for hours upon hours wondering to yourself "who made them?" It's almost as if they weren't human! Which I immediately declined, I'm pretty sure he and everyone else in my class are human. His age? That's the fun part, not a single one of us know his age. We could guess endlessly and he'd never give us a straight answer, but from what he looks, I think he's 23. I hope he's 23... And his name was Carmen Rose
I'll be frank with you, I could go on and on about him. I can name you ever single know fact about him in a heart beat (I pray to know more), but sadly this isn't directly about the best man in existence. It's about me, the single most blandest person EVER, Zain Jones, and how I become his student in an attempt to be someone worthy of his time. No, I am not in "love" with him, but I admire him so much and want to be him. I know so much about this single man because I want to know what it takes to be so famous and well... not so bland!