A different universe
A young boy was walking out from his school he had black hair that spilled onto his forehead, deep brown eyes that almost blended with the pupils looking almost just black, a white button up shirt tucked into black jeans with a star on the sleeve and a sun pendant around his neck, and brown leather shoes he was just walking home minding his own business when some kids thought they could get the drop on the weird kid, which didn't prove to well when he just came behind him about to kick him when the boy just turned around and caught his foot 'wow punks ever learn you are never gonna get the drop on me' the boy with the black hair spoke. Now these students knew this boy was someone not to mess I mean its not like they didn't know he had taken karate classes since he was eleven or anything or had beaten plenty of punks before.
Now back to what our main character, as he held the foot he had caught he suddenly gave a twist to it not enough to snap but enough for it to hurt, bad. As the boy toppled to the ground he gave swift kick to keep him down and turned and started walking again. The idiots friends just looked between them just thinking seriously why couldn't anyone beat this kid. They started after him but he suddenly turned turned around and gave them a cold hard look that said 'come after me and ill beat you to your even worse than him. And with that the teen set home.
Interesting a figure said watching him.
He was just walking down the streets of Philadelphia going through the neighborhoods leading to his meanwhile he was thinking of what his dad was doing cause he had just gotten back from helping this band out with their first concert. His father was the whole music man deal, he helped bands with whatever they needed and taught youths how to play sold guitars and other instruments and even wrote his own songs and music although he didn't do too well at the last one to him it was the greatest, his father meant a lot to him not that he was the only one the boy had to care about but well get into her later. He looked around him at all the old townhouse sitting right next to eachother he really loved this city it was much better than where he used to live he could actually call this home. He was heading down to the southside they lived in a building with the music store on the bottom his fathers room on the second with the kitchen and bathroom and then his whole room was the whole third floor. They lives in one of the smaller business section of the southside.
He had finally made it to the small section of the business sector he said hello to all the people who owned shops around his fathers the women who owned the clothing store across from them the man who owned the arcade next to her flyn was his name and the guy who owned the pizza place next to he and his father mineo. He walked in and the bell rang he saw his father teaching a kid named johnny guitar he was pretty good for his age and he and the boy got along kids seemed to like him well the younger ones at least. His father greg looked up and saw him and smiled he couldn't help and gave him one of his own a small but happy understanding one, his father was a middle aged man obviously with a beard and long hair that went down to his knees but was bald on top he was wearing jeans and a white t shirt 'hey stu-ball how was school he asked 'oh it was fine' the teen replied leaving out the part about the kids his father worried sometimes when that happened even though he knew very well he could handle himself in a fight. 'hey look I finally got that one cord down johnny said clearly proud of himself, he was too the kid was having trouble with that and he was proud of the kid.'Good job kid you're on your way, the boy smiled and so did he. 'im gonna go up and get something to eat and do my homework' he said heading for the stairs in the back of the shop, 'alright kiddo were going to get back to it' greg said, he was very proud of his son he got good grades helped anyone who really needed it and nice and polite he just didn't have a lot of friends or any really, his smile dropped a little at that but remembered he had a student with him. He looked at johnny and made his smile return full force 'alright you got the cord but lets keep practicing.
The teen walked up the stairs that lead to the second floor to the living room. A futon sat aghainst the wall with a table on one side and a small recliner on the other against the wall across from it was a tv stand with a medium sized tv not too small but not huge either. He suddenly heard humming coming from the kitchen he entered to see a blue short haired blue skinned women withm h what looked like a blue skirt with ablue and black tank top. She was doing dishes but she was bending the water as it came out of the sink with her hands, it was amazing to him as he watched but suddenly the floor creaked the women stopped and turned around to see him and she smiled
'Hello steven' her beautiful voice said 'how was school'