Asher Ashthorn

Of course, another day in this god forsaken hell called highschool. Loud mouth jackass's running around, pretending they are better than everyone else. Typical. Keeping my head down usually worked...usually. Today wasn't one of those days. I managed to get to my locker, only to have a letter flutter to the ground as I opened it. I bend down to grab it, only to have Trevor shove me from behind. My nose smashed into the combination lock of the locker below mine, blood dripping effortlessly to the paper with a loud splat. Sabrina's handwriting, of course. Trevor's girlfriend had left another 'admirer' letter. I had no interest in her, nor anyone else in this damn place. I sigh and turn towards Trevor, just in time to dodge his fist. They say the day is what you make it...so what do I make of this situation? About Me? Well, I'm moody and secluded most of the time. I like it that way. When I'm alone I like to study, cause grades are important, listen to music, write, or game. I usually have my cat on my chest if I'm watching movies though. I hate coffee, but I'm addicted to caffeine through energy drinks. My parents? Not really much to say. They work all the time, so it's pretty much just me. Oh, the hoodie? Yeah, I'm big into heavy metal. So, what's your story?