Alright, here we go. First day in a new school. Wait, allow me to introduce myself. If you couldn't tell by the title of this chapter (this will be a thing by the way), my name is Michael. Michael Dammond to be exact. I'm 14 years old and I'm starting my first year of high school. Everything is going great - oh crap. His name is James, and EVERYONE fears him. And by the looks of it, he's found his next target: this shrimpy thing. Lemme tell you something about myself: I am not built for defense. I'm built for speed and attack. Ok Michael, stay calm. You've taken classes for this.
"What are you lookin' at?" James says. He's not very big, built like me. But he has goons. Goons that would give gangs a run for their money.
"You" I meekly reply. He's laughing, oh God.
"You know what? I'm in a good mood. You get off lucky" Oh thank God. I've left. Almost to class. 10 minutes early too.
"Ow!"
"Ow!"
What was thaaaaa...wow. She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.