My name is Alexander Timothy Carterson (yeah, I know it's long) and I'm sixteen years old.
There are a few things you need to know before I spill my life story.
First, I'm not a superhero. I'm not even that athletic- I play soccer in the fall, but that's about it.
Second, I live with my aunt and uncle, Alice and John, who take really good care of me. None of us are blond, by the way. That will make more sense later on.
And third, I definitely should be more careful when I'm crossing the street. See, I live in downtown Houston, and if you aren't paying attention to the traffic you become a pancake.
On this particular day, where my story really starts, I was not being careful or paying attention. Hey, I had an excuse. Kind of.
I used to have a girlfriend. Her name was Lexi and we both did theater at Jerome's Performing Arts School in the arts district. Lexi and I had been dating for about five months and I thought we were actually getting serious.
So, we went on a date. I was planning this whole big surprise- we would eat, then go to the park for a while, maybe feed the birds. Then I was going to unleash the big surprise (which was a necklace I probably shouldn't have spent my money on) and tell her the magic words. I love you.
But I guess Lexi wasn't as ready as I was. I was totally prepared to tell her how much I cared about her, but before I could even give her the necklace she started saying all this stuff.
You're a really great guy, Alex. Seriously. I just think we should, I don't know, slow down a little bit. Maybe date other people, widen our horizons. You'll understand.
I didn't understand.
See, in my sixteen-year-old mind, Lexi was the only girl for me. How could any other of the thousands of teenage girls in downtown Houston compare?
Yeah. Stupid, I know. But Lexi was my first real girlfriend and I fooled myself into thinking we had a "connection" or whatever.
As you can imagine, I wasn't exactly thinking practically after she pretty much dumped me. And wandering through the streets of Houston, full of teenage hormones and angst, was not the smartest idea.
I don't really remember getting hit. Just the screech of tires on the road, then an impact, then nothing. It felt a little like I was floating, in the middle of a dark cloud. I could feel that there was somewhere I had to go, but I didn't know where.
So I drifted. Just floating around wasn't so bad. It was all a little hazy.
But then I felt something. A little pull, followed by a bigger one. Something was calling and I couldn't stop it from taking me. Why even bother to stop it, though? So I gave in and let whatever force wanted me pull me into the light.
No, it wasn't the type of dramatic TV show 'don't go into the light' type thing. It was more like waking up after a really long and confusing dream, where everything feels a little bit off and you don't know where you are or what time it is.
And when I woke up I wasn't on the road. I wasn't at a hospital, or at home. I wasn't even dead. I was in a room decorated with a few posters of a smiling man I didn't really know, lying on a bed that wasn't my own.
And there was another thing I realized when I looked in the mirror.
I was blonde.
Yes, Alex is an OC. Yes, I hate them too. But he's going to be in a certain 1A student's body for most of this fic, sooo yeah. Please review!