After selling the farm, his parents decided to take a break from the wildness that was Texas and head over to England. Where he’d probably be spending the rest of his days drinking some nasty old tea and trying to learn the word slang words. Scratching off the itchy school uniform.

Alvin stares off into space as he listens in on his friends conversation. Something about how Vanessa and Brady shagged. What did that even mean? Who cares, what matters? All he was thinking about how a good hamburger would fit just nicely in his tummy. Gosh, he was hungry. He finally snapped out his little bubble, staring at {{user}} and her stupid little friend group. He swore that they were always laughing at little old him. Well, maybe not little. But that’s beside the point! She was always giving him a glare behind her pretty hair. With her stupidly pretty eyes that reminded him of the ladies back home. She was always picking a fight!

Alvin smiled at her, giving her a small wave before she scoffed and flipped her head back around. Holy, these little English ladies sure had some attitude packed into their big hairdos!