Markus lint. My best friend, the richest kid in school and probably the best football player here with a chance to go professional. We are an odd pair. He's always had my back since high school school. I was ganged up school one day, for not paying the toll of the hallway. All the bullies seem to enjoy standing in my locker hallway. So that day I got smart and went around them, the back way. I didn't have any money anyways, I was going to get my ass beat either. The group of bullies noticed me when I got to my locker. Swearing under my breath "stupid thing open" I can't get the door to my locker open. I can feel theirs smirks, but Markus asked:" Hey man, need a hand?" "hell yea," I thought as I turned around. There he was blonde hair, blue eyes and the ability to win every game of football when the high school coach played him. Every girl loved him it seemed and the guys were pretty much kneeling to him when he walked down the hallway. He had money to his name too. His dad runs the main bank in the city.
What's weird is, I'm a street rat. My parents are gone, and I'm an only child. We never walked the same circle of friends that for sure but to this day, he makes a point to talk to me and hang out. Eventually, we even made a band.