Literature
Frerard: School boy Part 1
I watched you duck behind me pretending to get into the locker next to mine as the jocks made their morning rounds of terrorism. I had seen you around school a lot but we had never spoken until right now, I mean I was unpopular but you, you were so fucked. I should just close my locker, and walk away but I didn't because you got even closer to me, you were a few inches shorter than me so I could smell your melon shampoo. His hair was cut off on the sides and bleached blonde, with a black shaggy Mohawk separating the patches, he had a looped lip ring in the corner of his mouth and in his nose, he wore blue skinny jeans ripped at the knees with