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Shyler Is a 17 year old dilinquent who grew up on the rough side of town. He had to grow up from a young age,being his parents never cared about him and thier was no one ever thier for him except his brothers and friends. Threw his younger years, he had to see and do things that a child his age shouldnt even known about. His brother died from a horrible fight at the age of 16,and that Shyler had witnessed at the age of 14 and was scarred from it the rest of his life. From his tragic child life, Shyler gained a hard shell and is extremely independent. and trusts no one except his brothers and maybe his friends, because those are the only people who were ever thier for him. Shyler isn't the most behaved kid, he does things like get in fights, stealing, skips school, gets suspended, mouths off to cops and adults, and basically just doesnt play by the rules. Though hes a badboy and does things he shouldnt, Shyler is very dependable,funny,goodlooking and is a real good friend, he just got a little lost along the way..

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

im Aright.

I woke up to faint wispering and a white room. at first i couldnt see, everything was blurry, but my vision got clearer as i blinked. I was so confused..i didnt even no why the hell i was hooked up to all these wires, i didnt even no why i was here.. then the doctor quit talkin to the nurse and came over to me. I sat up. "dont get up, dont get up!, u need time to heal" he said wispering quickly. i layed back down slowly. i hated doctors,they made me mad. they tried to act like they were all big and knew everything. but i just think thier a bunch of liars. cuz they tell people they gna help them, and then they dont end up ok..So i dont trust them worth nothin. anyway. The doc started askin me questions like "how u feelin, and does everything feel ok." I just looked at him like he had 12 heads. what was he talkin bout? I thought about it. and it all was comin bak. that kid i fought, he pulled a blade on me.. i had my shirt off, so i looked at my side. he cut me bad. it was from the middle of my ribs al the way to the bottom of my stomach. i had so many stiches, i didnt even no how i would b able to turn my body, it could split right open. Ive been in knife fights before. but we always made sure we sed we could use wepons, not just pull a blade wen its supposed to b a fair fight. that bastard. who the hell did he think he was puttin me in a hospital. i aint never been in one before. I had so many wires all over me, i felt trapped. i just wanted to rip them off and leave that stupid place. But thier was to many doctors in thier for me just to leave. The doctor started talkin to me, tellin me i lost 3 pints of blood. i was barely listening. all i was thinkin bout was how i was gna beat the hell outa frankie. he would hav lost that god damn fight, and he knew it to. he had no right to put me in this place for a week. he had no right to make people all upset, specially dawn, my brother, and jamie. and thats wat i was most mad about. was him makin them upset, that pissed me the hell off more then anything. He was real stupid for doin that. as soon as im outa this place he aint gna no wats comin' for his dumbass, he knifed the wrong fuckin person. But anyway..im gna b alright. So quit ur worryin. i dont need yall worryin bout me anyway. i can take care of myself.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Me and Alex's night out.

(I avoided using the word date, unlike dawn, cuz it aint a date.) I got back to my house, having just enough time to get ready and go get Alex. I dont know what i was feelin'. Maybe a mixture of nervousness, exctment, and anxiousness. My parents werent home, like always. but i didnt care, they would hav just started bitchin' at me for what ever they could think of anyway. I put on my black v-neck t shirt and my leather jacket, and walked out the door. When i got to her house, i was kinda surprised i still memberd were she lived...wats it been like 2 years? But ive always been real good with directions. As i walked up the steps I got a wave of nervousness. It freaked me out, cuz im never nervous. but Alex was always different then the other girls ive dated. Idk wat it was..maybe the fact she didnt wear dark make up or swear alot, she had class, and we always had fun together. I shaked off the nerves and rang her door bell. It took a little bit but she answered the door. I didnt kkno wat to say to her. she looked so pretty. but i didnt wana say it cuz i promised i would try to avoid the akwardness. but it was to late. i felt the wierd, akward feeling raidiating off of us. i sed hey and she sed hello. and i didnt kno wat to do. hug her? but that seemed a little forward. We walked bak to my car. She started asking me questions like, so how ya been? wat hav u been up to?, etc. i just answered her questions and asked her the same bak. after we got to the movies our conversations started getting less akward and more, idk, normal? We sat down and started watchin the movie, at that point we were foolin around and laughing, just like old times. We thought it would be funny if we threw popcorn at socs heads.funny? yes.good idea? no. We were only an hour into the movie and they had to get the manager to kick us out XD. (guess u were right alex). i didnt care all that much though..i was just happy that we were havin a good time. We thought it was hilarious that we got kicked out and laughed about stupid stuff the hole way home. instead, We decided to go bak to my house and watch a movie, i dont think we could hav gotten kicked out a thier lol. We watched some stupid movie, it was so corny that we just sat thier laughing the hole time. After the movie was over. i drove her back home. This time, i did give her a hug. and told her we should definitly do this again. and she agreed. I got home and all my parents did was yell and scream at me for somethin'. but i wasnt even payin attention, i was to busy thinkin' bout our night.

A picture of Me and alex from 2 years back.