The Monster Called Pain part 1
The Monster Called Pain
There once was a boy, he was quiet, he barely spoke. He only spoke to the teachers when he was told to and he also spoke to his close friends, friends he really trusts. He was not popular but he was known but at times his classmates ignored him, as if he was a ghost. He barely had friends in his classes so that is why he always worked alone, even when others offered to work with him. No one messed with him and he didn’t mess around with anyone. He was a smart creative boy with big plans for his future, he wouldn’t give up and he worked his way around things. He is a 18 year old boy with short black flipped hair and brown eyes with light brown skin, he was of Mexican background and he was creative but he didn’t notice much of it.
Three years later at the first day of school in his last year he was wearing a bright blue polo shirt with black shorts that went down past his knees and black and white skating sho