The Teenage Boy
There is a kid, a male, age of 15, in the 9th grade. He has brown hair that stops at the nape of his neck. He has bangs that cover his right eye, he likes to keep his hair behind his ears, he has dark blue eyes. He never sweeps it away from his right eye, never. He is in his bed, a king size bed with covers with a unique design, of the colors red, blue, and green, which are his favorite colors. He likes listening to various music, he has albums of The Wanted, Five Finger Death Punch, Linkin Park, Three Days Grace, Lorde, One Republic and Hollywood Undead.
He is sleeping, it is six in the morning on a Monday. Beep, beep, beep, beep, bee - - The noise is cut short by Brett. He groans and gets out of bed he brushes his hair to the right. He puts on some black Levi jeans, A brown T-shirt with a design of a skate park. He scoots into the kitchen and pulls out honey bunches of oats, the honey roasted kind, he gets a glass of milk and then he begins to pour in the cereal. Next, the milk, then he gets a spoon out and...