Miguel stood before the mirror and tried to see why he did not look okay to himself today. He tried مزید hair gel for his spikes. Still not right. His braces shined in the sunlight just rising above the horizon almost blinding him. "Stupid sunlight..." he whispered. It rose, but it was still very cold outside. Freezing even. A chill ran down his back and he whispered to the person that he felt was watching him, "I can feel you, your warmth. I know your there." He smiled...
    Last nigh something یا someone had awoken him in the most violent way possible. It was like the whole world shook him awake. There was a deep cold chilling him to the bone, and the window was opened once مزید freezing him on the outside to go a long with the cold inside. A first thought he was thinking was that Mrs.Bangelle was awaking him for breakfast, but she never did that. It was much too nice for her. Even though it involved striking him, with she did regularly, but it also involved him eating actual food that she aloud to be fed him. To state, he was not exactly thin, actually for his height, 5'11, he was perfect, but he was hungry most of the time, and at school he ate as slowly as hunger aloud him to. All آپ could ever see was a blur. And because of that, he could keep a healthy weight.
Girls starred at him in disgust and only certain guys could     stand to sit with him. He never got time to finish either, no matter how quick he was. it was almost as if she punished him for bad etiquette سے طرف کی never letting him finish.                          

    "WOW it will never leave me alone, will it?"he کہا about the sun rising what felt faster than normal..
    "Are آپ doing just because of me!? I'm not moving my head!" he yelled. then he realized that he was yelling at the sun and telling it NOT to RISE. Hopefully he was just still mad at Mrs.Bangelle. He walked over to his dresser and took off his plain black شرٹ, قمیض he wore to بستر with his boxers... His nipples instantly hardened from the cold and he shivered. He slipped on his pants and kept looking.     "WOW, it's so cold!" he grabbed another madras شرٹ, قمیض and his backpack and ran down all the stairs. He was running late. Then half way down he decided not to put on the شرٹ, قمیض til he left the house and got outside to wait for the bus. That would make her SO mad. He found that even the pettiest of things made her freak, and when she freaked, he smiled. And as he walked into the breakfast room, he grabbed some ٹوسٹ and sat, backpack on floor and شرٹ, قمیض in it, and smiled as she put the paper down and opened her mouth and then she screamed, "Put on your shirt! Now!" and he laughed. "No. Not now.........."he کہا in between laughs. "I'll do it later. "PUT IT ON NOW!" She yelled louder.
"I کہا NO!" He still laughed.
    She got up and slapped him straigh across his face with her ring hand and the two rings left twin cuts. And then he ran out of the house.The cold met him and his cuts tingled with the cold burrowing deep inside him. He laughed so hard that the world grew warm, and so did his heart. Just a little more.