I decided to start another story. I will be updating hopefully soon. This is a test to see if I can do good in a 100% huminized MLP story. Read and reveiw! Enjoy!
Another move. Another friend lost. Another new start.
I have been moving with my dad for years on end. My mother, a drug addict, left us a while back. I cant say I really cared, though. She was a scum bag so good ridence. I really never got over the truma though, so I picked up guitar. I was seven when i wrote my first song. granted, it was pretty simple, but still, pretty cool. Later, when i turned about 14, i got into DJing. first, i wasnt that good, but later i became pretty sweet. I was know simply as Orange.
I dont even use my first name, Ryker, for the fact i hate it. Orange sutes me. I love the color, and I even died my hair it. My room, though we just moved here, is orange, my 97' Audi S4 is orange, my laptop and iPhone is orange. Everything, orange, orange, orange. Except my license plate. Thats Grap3s. I like grapes.
In my 18 years, i went through bulling after bullying after bullying. Fights after fights after fights. I can never control my temper, and when i flip a tit, i talk smack and back it up, too. Im no wanna be tough guy, I am tough. I can take pain and deal it, too. If you fuck with me, you gon' get hurt.
Well, rnough boasting.
I thought Id go for a ride in my car around town. Its my first day hear, and my dad is gone at his job. We moved because of it, and he gets a pretty decent salary. I thought id look around town for a job. a summer job. When school starts, i cant work, which should go without saying. so i hoped into my Oh-so-bright car and head off insearch for a job. I was driving through town, Muffler roaring, when i was scared half to death by a girl with pink curly hair stopoing me by jumping right infront of me. I slammed on the brakes and my head went smashing into the stearing wheel.
Lights out.