Soft brown hair, dead straight? Yeo that’s what people use to describe my hair. To tell the truth I don’t really fancy it. It doesn’t have any definition, you know? To catch the ladies attention. It just sits there. Spike it up, you say? Ha, that would look ridiculous. Tried that once… never again. Not that I really want to get the girls attention, there only one that I want. My eyes are? Well they are honey brown drops. People tell me they are the best feature on my body, brighter in the sunlight, as they reflect the suns ray, darker ant night, but still adorable.

I have pale skin, but I am not pasty white, some colour. And there are no freckles to be seen on my face. I’ve always liked that, it makes me look flawless, but who really is flawless? Everyone has their ins and outs. The worst thing about my face, is the whooper of a nose! It takes half of my faces capacity! Not literally, but still it’s pretty big! My lips are pink and chapped from working out in the sun, even at my age! I’m not much of a muscle man I’m scrawny and deprived of food, family doesn’t get much of that… but anyways I still have a little bulge when I tense my arm, the first time I saw that… my eyes watered, I was so happy!

My clothes are second hand, passed down from my sisters… that may be odd, but my family couldn’t afford to buy anymore, the money we do have goes to money and other needs, not our luxuries, but who knows one day I might get clothes of my own! I have tried to make the clothes look more… boyish. My sisters had a couple of black hoodies and stuff, so I choose them.

Quiet. Shy. The two words to describe me. I hate having all the attention, it annoys me, when all I really want to do is hide behind my sisters, as though I don’t exist. That’s the way I preferred it. but you don’t always get your way. People are always telling me that I don’t talk enough, that I should talk more. I even get forgotten. I might go out with a friend, and then later on they would talk about the experience, and U might chip in, the person explaining it would look at me. As though I was some nut case. They would say, “how would you know? You weren’t there?” When really I would have been standing right next to the person.

Mature. Also another word used a lot to describe who I am. I’m more mature then then the people my age. I believe that it has something to do with my parents deaths. Ever since they passed away, I’ve never really gone back to my childish ways. Like fake farts or pretending to ride a motor bike, all the things that used to amuse me… they all left after they weren’t there to smile and laugh as I would zoom past them on my ultimate motorcycle… but I can still be fun!

In Love. That’s the word I use to describe myself. Sealar. The most beautiful girl in the world. She’s my older sisters best friend, and boy is she the sun of my world. She’s brighter than the sun, more beautiful than the moon and stars. People say it’s just a crush and it’ll disappear… but they don’t see, or feel what I feel when she walks into the room. My attention is lost from whatever it was on, and she’s the only thing that matters. Does that make sense?

Of course it doesn’t you’ve never been in love like I am with Sealar. But I know I can never have her. Allie, made that clear.

Haven’t had the best past. Lost a lot of family. My mother. My father. Both gone. The closest people I had to me… gone. I never really got over their deaths. Still cry myself to sleep at night. I miss them so much, and wished that they would come back… for me. I just love them so much. They said to me when I was younger, that they’d always be there for me… where were they now when I needed them the most?

I have two sisters, my eldest one, Jayda, tries her hardest to be our mother. She takes care of me… always trying to get my mind off my parents, but sometimes there is nothing no one can do. They just have to let life take it’s natural course… hey that sounded so wise! Just like an old wise owl, except I don’t have glasses, or I’m not old… and I’m not an owl…

Anyways life moves on and so do we. My sister, Jayda gets the money, to keep the food on the table, to keep us all alive. She always stressed out trying to make sure that were all feed and healthy, I appreciate the effort, but she just cant to everything. she is only one person in this big world.

I’m not really any help, I can’t earn money because I’m young, but I do help out around the house to help my sisters out, but really I tend to just get in their way so I stick to myself, doing whatever I do.