Author's Note: This story is VERY VERY OOC!!!! Just so ya know

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Bleh! I am so bored. This is one of the few weekends I have NOTHING planned. I am just laying here on my unmade bed staring at my dark red ceiling. My room is painted dark red with black and white furniture and band posters everywhere. As I was saying, I am staring at the ceiling thinking about the past four years. Memories flood my brain. My first day of high school, my first kiss, when I beat up Dylan McFuller's butt, and of course, graduation.

I should probably back track for you. I am Nick Michaels-a.k.a. Fang (don't ask)-the 18 year old star football/track/baseball star of my high school. I know, I know, you're thinking He's probably tall, blonde, and a popular, blah, blah, blah. Well you think wrong. You can search all of my clothes and you can't find anything except black, dark purple, red, navy blue and white. Most people actually put me in the goth or emo category when they first see me. Not only that, but I am in all AP classes. Not the typical jock am I? The thing is I don't have a stereotype. Not emo, goth, prep, loner, jock, skater, nerd, gangster, or anything else, I am just me.

Well, I have just graduated Lancaster High School (no not the one in Pennsylvania) and am headed to pursue my music career. Yeah, I play guitar, piano, drums, anything. I am about to tell you about the best, and worst, years of my life. Enjoy.

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A/N: yeah um, do you guys want frequent short chapters of not frequent long chapters???

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