So, this is it :Beginning

A/N: Just the beginning

By my senior class's standards I was a wimp. I didn't play any 'cool' sports, like football or something. I played tennis. Not exactly the manly sport at my school. Quite the opposite. At the time I started playing, it was rumored I was gay. These, however were nipped in the bud, thanks to my girlfriend, Grace.

Now I must say this to defend my self: I wasn't looking for a fight on that day. I mean, I never am, but tell that to my dad and chances are he won't believe you.

The day wasn't particularly different than any other, but it ended different than all others. Now, at this point, I must agree with my senior class's standards that I'm a wimp. Now, this may seem odd, considering I'm already seventeen, but I've never been in a fight in my life, and probably couldn't save my own skin if I didn't have incredible luck. I'm the only child of an ex-drill sergeant, so my homelife isn't exactly peachy. Though it's not bad either, I mean my father's great to me, he doesn' yell in my face like the sergeants you see on TV.

My life was going pretty good, well as good as it can go for a seventeen year old male tennis player. Which is why the day Alan Frank decided to hit me, my life got pretty close to hell.