First Say - His Say

I'm possibly the luckiest guy in our school - all the guys want to be me, all the girls want me. Well... accept one, which happens to be the one I like. She's called Regina Coan. She's near enough perfect, in my opinion. Beautiful greeny-hazel eyes with a dark blue ring separating that with the white with rather long dark red hair. Musician, and a good one at that, bass player mostly, but has beautiful vocals with the right song. A funny way of saying "Jeeeesus Chreest!" ... It's a shame barely anyone in this school likes her.

I'm like the schools best footballer with an emo fringe, apparntly I screwed up the schools stereotype system. I used to be a full-on sport loving guy, now I'd rather walk round in my trackies with my favorite band tee-shirt - cough cough LostProphets - with my best friend, little RC, sounds better than Regina or Reg and all.

Feel sorry for her in a sense, no-one likes her, so in return she turns her back and has her iPod full blast. How that girl listens to music like A7X full blast is beyond me, I couldn't do it.

Yet again, who said I tried?

First Say - Her Say

I'm nothing interesting. You see me on a bus, you wouldn't listen to my life story. Infact you wouldn't listen to me, or bother talking. I'm all for listening to my iPod, maybe abit of My Chem or maybe some Avenged Sevenfold. Maybe chatting to my best friend, Liam Hopkins.
Mind, he's one of them who ALWAYS has a girlfriend, and I literally mean - always. One lass could finish him, and he'd have the whole of our year after him immediately. I guess he's the fit, emo jock. With his blonde emo-swept fringe, black trackies, converse, some bizzare band tee-shirt and his never zipped up jacket. Typical person everyone wanted to go out with, at least be friends with. I'm no expection to this rule. I'd happily go out with him too, but I'll stick to best friend right now.