My name is Adrian, and I am in my last year of High School. Every year of High School people have died in my small town. Five of them teens. Anyway, I think there is nothing better than the feel of fire in your lungs during an intense workout. I hate elevators, because they take away the joy of going up and down stairs. That's something I could do all day. I have been working on a novel for 4 months. My book begins with the kids all having the same mysterious dream. From the point that they wake up I tell the reader about them, and how some are seriously troubled. One is even suicidal. Actiony people will love it. Most kids at my school don't like reading, so I haven't gotten much feedback. I find no one to relate to in my school. I have very little friends, none in my actual physical surroundings. I have a pet chinchilla who I have finally given the name of, Gabriel. For months he had been nameless. If anybody has any questions let me know. Don't worry I'm a nice guy.
"Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. Do you believe this?” -John 11:25-26
That awkward moment when you jump out a window because your friend jumped out a window, then you remember that your other friend can fly. — Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead