A/N: My first Fanfic so I would like if you guys wrote constructive criticism. Also English was my first language but since I came to Spain I stopped writing so bare with me.
Prologue
There I was. I've just arrived to my new house in Lima, Ohio. It was big, like a mansion really. I looked around and saw that the movers were already unpacking things and putting them inside.
"Hey, hey, be careful with the guitars!" I yelled to one of the greasy men. After all, they were the things I valued the most out of all.
By now you are probably wondering who I am. Well let me introduce myself. My name is Sam Evans, I'm 16 years old, brown hair with a Bieber type haircut (at least that's what my friends said). I have a British accent because I spent my last 7 years going to boarding school in England. Let's see I like Avatar, comic books, playing video games (specially Call Of Duty), action movies, girls and of course music. Singing and playing the guitar have always been one of my passions. I'm constantly belting out tunes or jamming on my guitar. I really want to be in a band, but we'll see how that goes.
I have no parents and no other family than my uncle. My parents died more than a year ago. I was Away at boarding school in England when it happened. A drunk driver ran through a red light and hit their car while they were coming back from a friend's house. My uncle waited until the next day to tell me. When he told me the news I was in shock. I was like in this bubble, like I was in this horrible nightmare. Everybody kept talking to me but I couldn't respond or listen. When I finally snapped out of it I decided to call my uncle. We both decided that the best thing to do was finish my school year here and next year transfer to a local school in Ohio, where he lived. I took two weeks off school and went to Lima to arrange the funeral with my uncle John. Then went back to live my "normal" life.
And now I'm here in my uncle's new house, in the middle of summer, with no parents, no friends and nothing to do.