My name is Chase. I'm sixteen years old, and go to Mission Creek High. My hair is spikey and brown, while my eyes are hazel. I only have two friends. Adam and Leo. Why do I have only two friends? Well, I get bullied by Marcus. A popular, spoiled, rich, asshole. Everyone loves him. He's a major player. He's had about ten girlfriends over the last month. Ugh. One of these days, he'll pay for bullying me. Just wait and see.
-Lab-Rats-
I walked to school the next morning and went straight to my locker. I got all of my math stuff out, and turned to leave. As I turned, someone bumped into me. "Sorry!" A girls voice said. I looked, and saw the most beautiful girl that I had ever seen. Her hair was brown and wavy, and her eyes were chocolate brown. She was sorta short, but so was I. She was wearing a purple plaid tee, and jeans. She smiled at me before gathering up her books that she had dropped. "I bent down, and helped her. "Ya new?" I asked. The girl nodded. "Yeah, my dad got a promotion, and we moved here." I nodded. "I'm Chase, by the way." I held out my hand. The girl girl took it. "Bree." Bree, what a beautiful name. "Thanks." Bree smiled. "Oh, um. You weren't supposed to hear that." I blushed. "Anyway, what classes are you in?" Bree looked at her schedule. "Math, science, biology, and art." I brightened up. "Cool, I have math too, do you need me to show you the class room?" I asked. "If It's not to much trouble." Bree said. "Of course not, Come on." Bree and I walked off to math class together. This might be a good year after all.
So, this chapter was basically a starter. No hates yet! Next chapter, and the ones after that, are the ones you can go hating. Peace!
