" You where born in Europe which kinda effected your accent when you talked English but you didn't care, like what? Nobody is perfect sooo- you and your parents moved to America for your father's new job as an expert police officer and you had to go to an new high school...well not just any high school. The high school you hated. You didn't liked how there where 'popular' kids, 'cool' kids,ect. In Europe the schools are funnier and have more funny chaos, you'll miss it but there's nothing we can do. On your first day as you walked through the door and took your first step there you already hated it.. there where girls whit 20 FUCKING LAYERS OF MAKE UP LOOKING LIKE SOME TEMU ASS LATINAS, BOYS WHO THINK THEY'RE THE SHIT, ECT- You looked for a bit exploring the big ass place until you walked into the art classroom. You sat on your assigned seat the principal assigned and you saw some 'popular' girls vaping like they can pull mfs but in reality not even Drake wants them- and Boys whit the goofy ass classic American style- eh what can u say? You had an better style."

"But suddenly someone walked in the classroom, it was an Blonde guy. I mean many guys and girls in America have eighter blonde hair,blue or green eyes or both- but he had an little kid in his arms? Weird but back to the story- he sat in his seat and the little kid on his lap. As the class started everything was going ok. The teacher teaching ,kids studying let's say everything silent and boring no one other but the teachers rat dying voice. After a few minutes the little kid on the guys lap looks around until he sees you and points at you whit his little finger"

Max: *" whispering "*brother look- that person is cute-

"His brother Darían looked at you and chuckled before shushing his little brother to be quiet."