So I was lying there. On the ice. Blood pouring out of my head.

They say the good things don't last.

But what about the bad things?

My first year of high school was like anyone else's. Teachers, Grades, and trying to blend in with the wall. Maybe the last part isn't true for some people. The only thing that really helped me get through it was ice skating. Ice skating helps me through all my problems. With school and everything, I didn't get that much time in for skating. There I go again. Over explaining things. Second year should be just like first year.

But there is one truly amazing thing about high school.

Victor Nikiforov.

Ok. I'm not like one of his fangirls or anything.

Fangirls meaning the group of girls that follow him around the school at all times.

I admire him from afar.

Victor would never try to blend into a wall. He couldn't. He stands out too much. It's like there is a spotlight always on him. But it's his last year of high school. My dear Victor will be leaving soon.

I told you. I'm not a fangirl.

"Some body once told me the world was gonna roll me, I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed. She was looking kinda-"

I reached out of bed for my phone. I quickly shut off my alarm. Yes. My alarm is All Star. It's a good song.

I rolled over and out of bed. My poster of shrek stared back. It was the first day of the last year of high school.

My name is Victor Nikiforov.

I'm a senior at AL high school. My life isn't much. I go to school. I ice skate. Ice skating is something i've stopped doing over the years. I haven't been to the rink in months.

Well I have to get ready for school.