• My name is Alex, im just an average non-girly 15 year old little rule breaker. Yes, im a bad kid, what exactly what are you going to do about it? im going to give you the basics before I start telling you my story. i have strawbery blond hair, its a bit nappy but i keep it under controle with the good ol' hair straightener, im prety average, im no fat im not a twig...i have grey eyes, some people swear im a demon, i like to keep my hair down and i like hats. like the snow caps with the little tassles. my hair gets to about my shoulders, im usualy wearing my blackish skinny jeens with my grey hoodie and my "I Love Boobies" braclet, i dont really love boobies, just incase you didnt know its to help people with breast cancer. i love beet up convers just cause there cool, my favorite food is Coco Puffs. So that just about it. my story starts here.
    My mother was driving me away from out home in seattle, washington were we life in a less then plesant basment level appartment to spend a week with my grandmother. I dont know why, the lady cant even care for herself and her two demon dogs, te only benifit is the woman can hear ANYTHING so i can sneekout easly and i have "long distance" friends were she lives in the ever cold and foggy San diago. and i have my very own fake ID for the nightclubs and bars around town. my mom was just driving my to seatac (i never figured out how to spell it, so what?) and i was going to fly alone in the crying baby filled, germ infested coach class. she says its just to spend some time with my grandmother but we both knew it was just so my mom could get rid of me. she pulled up at the area were people get dropped off, and i went through all the security and whatnot. then sat there by my gate for my plane to arive, mins. seemed like houres, i was getting incresinglt bored. i dug into my pockets searching for my soal entertainment for the next week, paper clip...nope, lint no thats no it .....other pocket? i dug through my next pocket and pulled it out, yes my I-Pod touch, i bought it from a pawn shop with my own money, its my pride and joy. but i didnt want it for its music at the moment. I put in my password, and no i wont tell you, flipped through my apps, yes there is is shinning appon this briliant touch screen....my favorite little yellow circle, Packman! i ate up thoughs little white dots and blue ghosts untill my plane arived. i walked down that hallway like thing that conects the plane to the airport and found my seet, oh good my mom got me a window spot.

    Alright this is were the first part will end, ill try to post again tomaro, hope you liked it. the second part will have the same name just with the words Part 1.2
    and so on for the rest of the parts.