Chapter 3.

    I wake up the next morning at 5:30 to my radio playing 94.7 the brew as groggy as ever. I sleepily step in the bathroom and proceed to take a long, hot shower in an attempt to wake myself up. When I get back to my room, as I'm humming along to the blaring music, I throw on the first outfit my fingertips touch, which today happen to be a loose, grey AC-DC shirt and a pair off ripped up, old blue jeans. I finish up with my morning routine and somehow manage to get all of my brothers ready for school before we have to leave. Usually we leave an hour early so I...

    The next day I step into "Neat Beats" the music store I work at on weekends.The best part that I love so much is that I can basically do anything here as long as I help customers with what they need. I usually just hang out and play my guitar, test all the amps we have here, and look at the music books and learn a few more songs. We're never really busy here but I still love my job, which I only have because my father was pretty much part of the family here.
    After a few hours I pull out my guitar, It has a broken string and I get free repairs,...

The walmart is busy and I'm walking around trying to avoid customers but, they're everywhere... Strange thing is, none of them even seem to know I'm there... I don't think much of it. I carry on walking down the video game aisle, and the tv wall. I always get stopped by a customer there... I was expecting to hear the words "excuse me, sir." but they carried on almost not even noticing I was there.
Then I heard my manager Todd. "Anyone see James?" I sighed and grunted to myself, "what now?" as I headed in his direction. I got right up to him and my friend Jerome told him, "He went on his fifteen"...

    As I lean over the pond I see my reflection like I would looking into a mirror. My eyes dark brown once again, I have a leaf in my hair that is the only imperfection of it's silky black curtain. I was born to be perfect. Have the perfect looks, mental abilities, perfect eyes to gaze into. The problem is I'm not perfect, nor will I ever be.
    I turn my head to see the deer lying dead next to me. It was my kill and would probably last us for maybe 3 days. As I stand up to get the carcass and wash off any blood that had spilled over the doe's beautiful...