When looking back I realized how pointless my life had been, Id lived to serve others even when I knew I was the strongest. I was primarily used for fighting, that was the one thing i was great at, that's even how it all started with a fight 4 years ago. Back then I was innocent, but that didn't last long. I was a cool kid, was always the one that couldn't be taken seriously because I wouldn't take anything seriously myself. I would piss people off; especially people that deserved it, id stick up for the little guy rather than pick on them. If I saw some faggot stealing or picking a fight with a little guy I would kick his ass. I had become " the savior" as some losers called me. I wasn't friends with these people but i always had a sense of justice, pretty surprising how I turned up huh? I had primarily 3 friends. My best friend, Jack Basseto was a really cool guy. This kid was like 6'3 in 9th grade. He had short blonde hair and was built like a machine; this kid was raw power. He like me primarily listened to Metal but every once in a while we'd hear some jazz or something and listen to it. He played almost every sport except for wrestling, thought it was pretty fruity. He like me was a pretty good fighter, he didn't know any martial arts but he was a born street fighter. He was much cooler than I was because he talked to more people than I did; I was pretty secluded. Jack had the strangest eyes I've ever seen, both eyes were dark red so they gave the impression that they were bleeding, I thought they were cool though reminded me of a devils eyes. Jack had a cousin sister named Alice; she was cool but not as cool as he was. She had blond hair also, but by this time it had been dyed black, I personally thought she looked 100 times better that way. She had brown eyes that were really penetrating; she was more intimidating than her brother. If she hadn't been so frightening I would have asked her out a long time ago. This kid wasn't just pretty she was a genius, she was younger but she was skipped up a grade when she was like 6. Something like her being able to read at an 8th grade level back then. These were my 2 best friends but then there was Maurice and Alex. Maurice was what we liked to call " the immigrant, but mostly spud because he was Irish". He was really tan, you would sometimes think that he was a Spanish or something. He had black hair and was pretty tall; we were both tall. We were both around 6'1 and 6'2; he had great instincts and was a known gambler. He wasn't very smart though, he spent most of his time on his computer looking at porn or who knows what, but without him I would probably be dead. Well my name is Cid; I was a cool kid in my opinion. I was 6'1 and had blue eyes; in my right eye I had a freckle. I have no idea how it got there, but it was always one of my cooler traits. I had black hair that was really curly, so it would grow up 10 inches before it would grow down. Aside from being defender of the week i was also a pretty funny guy. I made jokes in class and would study the way comedians told their jokes. Oh yeah, I was also a jeet keen do master, for those of you that are Bruce lee-impaired, jeet keen do is a form of martial arts that combines street fighting with karate. I wasn't a master yet but I was getting there, i had started when I was 5. Fighting was really my specialty; I could knock out people twice my size. That's really how my little adventure started, with a fight. Always fighting, my life cycles around it.