Sheckler
I can't describe what I felt, when Phyre decided to get my name tattooed.
It was something...something satisfactory, something happy.
I don't know what has been happening to me these days.
When playing, I think about her, while dancing I think about her. In school, I am excited to see her.
I don't hate her anymore. After our psychology trip, I have actually warmed up to her.
I like her always bubbly, strong, and confident personality.
She is like the most distinctive part of this puzzle, that I call, my life, but surprisingly she fits in perfectly.
No girl had ever talked rudely to me, well, except for my sister, so seeing Phyre rip my reputation off right in front of the whole damn school, was obviously shocking.
I never let people who are not important to me, affect me
