Introduction:
One boy was living his life. Dark shaggy hair covered his eyes, so you could never tell who he was. One thing's for sure though; you remembered him. He was always wearing his oversized hoodie, baggy jeans, and black converse. Some believed his heart was a black hole. Others believed he had no heart at all. Skateboarding came first, before everything else in his life. It was the othe thing no-one could take away from him. There's so much more that meets the eye though. He knew he was missing something and he knew exactly what, but he was determined, however, to never find it. Underneath that hoodie and behind those black shades stood a sad soul. A sad soul that went by the name of Matthew Stuart.
One girl was trying to figure out her life. Who she was remained unknown, while her life was under construction. Long brown hair descended down her back while big blues eyes sat sadly on her face. Appearances meant nothing to her. Actually, nothing meant anything to her. She had nothing to call her own. Wake up, go to school, come home; that was her daily schedule. On Saturday, lay in bed until 3:00 a.m. when Mom comes home. On Sunday, go to church and pray. Behind those blue eyes and underneath that tan skin was a confused girl. A girl that went by the name of Breanna Carson.