Being at the top is lonely... its all so free, the desperate wind blowing through my face... it makes me think of what i could've done... should i have helped in the shadows? should i be a model example? my courage seeps away with just a glance. A terror of doubt, a silent smile and a unique temperament
i woke up seemingly at the wrong side of the bed. my hair in disarray... My hair? *touches head* oooooohh so cool... Nani?! where is my hair.. i rush into the mirror saw an unbelievable sight...
*IYAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!*
A horrible scream of malice was heard in the silent and eery neighbourhood.. and thus the life of Q began.