Lucas

In is night and Lucas went into the forest , just to get away .Maybe to see the stars. No matter where he was or went he pissed someone off. Just because he liked the punk look. Also his face always looks pissed off. Because of that he ended up in fights in which he would be victorious. Even when Lucas did nothing and took it he looked like a hard arse.He didn't want trouble but got it. Lucas boots scraped and crunched the dirt under his boots.The wind moved the trees causing them to part to expose the stars.He looks up .As he walked his foot slipped and he fell landing on something. He sits up and takes out his lighter to see what it is .Whao cool! It was a skull .He decides to take it home.As he walked the street someone sees him and yells .Points at him ,murderer.Lucus stops to look around. He yells I found it! They still call the cops on him. He is sitting in the backseat of a patrol car bound in handcuffs behind him. He huffs and kicks the backseat.I am not a murderer! He lays his head against the cool glass. This is why he hates people and hates them even more now.If he wasnt a bad boy then he is one now. His parents are disappointed and sends him off to his aunts . Months passed since the incident .He still loves the punk look.He wonders the streets of his hometown people still call him a murderer. He was gone for awhile but things didnt change and changed. His parents called him back from his aunts as they sent him away. Now they needed him. Not because they cared but because they are getting a divorce. He is a disappointment to them.Their fights are dirty and they are using him as who gets the troublemaker. Lucus walks into an alleyway hears screaming and things being thrown about. Lucas kept walking towards the sounds.His heart raced in anticipation of what he will find. When he reached the sound, there were guys and a girl. She was trying to fight.