1 Chapter One

My name Is Kiko Amari. I go to maplewood highschool. I am a gay 18 year old male. I only live with my mother and we have terrible income, living paycheck from paycheck. My mom works extra shifts day and night, so she is barely home and I am fairly used to being all alone by myself. Today is Monday, August 12th 2018. The first day of my junior year at highschool.

I woke up in the morning to the sun coming through my window. I had dreamt of living in a luxurious house, with an amazing room decorated with my favorite artist and pictures of my friends and I, but of course, I live in a run down apartment. In a old creaky room with a tacky bed. Not to mention I have no friends. 

I got up out of my bed, checking my phone only to be met with no notifications. I'm not sure why I even bothered to check. There's nobody to text. Nobody who would text me. I walk to my basic dresser and look inside, grabbing out a pear of grey underwear. I walk towards my bathroom, going in and turning on the lights. Looking in my mirror, I see that I have dark bags under my eyes. They were bloodshot, clearly from the lack of sleep I have gotten. That's what I get for staying up so long, though. I walked towards my shower turning on the water. Thank god it turns to hot water fast. I hop in and begin washing myself. I take a moment to think about high school. Will I meet any friends? Will people even like me? I eventually stop dwelling on the future and hop out of the shower, getting into my underwear I picked up, and throwing my dirty underwear into a hamper. I step back I to my room, picking out basic clothing for the day, I got crinkled Jeans and a long sleeved shirt.  Its nothing much but its all I can wear for now, I go downstairs looking for my bag, I see it on a table along with a note from my mother. "Goodmorning kiko, I'm at work again, I took up the extra shifts so maybe we can do something fun this week..I know starting at a new school is going to be annoying but I'll try to make it up for you I promise..

-Love mom." I read the note in my head, shes really trying her hardest huh? I feel so bad for her, shes making minimum wage doing all these shifts and still trying to find the time to make her son happy..I love her so much, I wish she didn't have to do this but we'll get out of this rut eventually, I hope. 

I leave the note there, grabbing my shoes from the floor and my bag from the table. I put on my shoes and take the spare keys from the rack, going out of my front door and locking it behind me. I sighed, today was going to be a long fucking day. I began walking to the school, passing the terrible neighborhood we were in and making it to the nice, prettier neighborhoods. I felt envious, everybody with their perfect families, basic mortgage and perfect families. I rolled my eyes, finally making it to the school. There were people hanging outside and I immediately felt social anxiety kick in. Walk past I could already feel their eyes boring into me as they judged me and my clothing. I ignored them and made my way to what would be my locker, locker 226. 

Opening the locker..theres nothing in it. Duh obviously I haven't gotten any supplies requirements for the classrooms, 'idiot' I cursed myself mentally. I pull out my schedule from my backpack and see that my first class is history 10, I walked towards the class hoping to get there no problem but knowing my luck, that's impossible. Speaking of the devil, on my pathway towards the class a brawl was going on and people were crowding around. On the first day of fucking school? Really people? Rolling my eyes I here people chant "Fight fight" or "beat his fucking ass", I take a closer look of what's going, trying my best to glide through the crowd. Making my way to the front I see that there was a buff, tall dude on top of a smaller but almost just a buff guy. The tall dude was gorgeous, he had brown hair with brown eyes and peach tan skin. He was lean but had massive muscles that were bulging clearly as he fought the smaller guy.

The smaller guy who had black hair and seemingly emerald greenish-grey eyes, was throwing swear after swear to the taller guy. The taller guy threw a punch to the smaller guys nose, earning a sickening *CRACK* making everyone visibly cringe. Before it could get any worse teachers quickly scrambled and got them off of each other. They were immediately took to the principal's office, passing by the taller guy gave me a look of ferocity and anger that made my body crawl with fear.

I was completely awe struck, I hadn't even realize the bell rung until it was too late, and I was off rushing to my history class.. I wonder what his name is. The thought of that taller brow haired boy and his terrifying gaze lingered on my mine as I tried to get into a focused mindset for history. Hopefully I can learn his name...