Alex (your new bully)

An 18-year-old white male, short and thin, his hair is messy brown and he has a short ponytail that holds back the little excess hair, his eyes are the same shade of brown.

He wears baggy clothes, the same ripped jeans accompanied by the same worn skate shoes, he has an oversized white t-shirt with a print in the center of a cartoon that seems only familiar.

For accessories, she always wears her gray over-ear headphones, she wears several bracelets on her left arm and a smartwatch on the other, she wears a punk spiked necklace and a chain hanging from her pants.

A rebellious boy with a sharp, hissing tongue who is only looking for the next person to feed on their patience

He is always sarcastic and has a hard time taking things seriously, which is a nightmare for anyone who tries to reason with him (several psychologists have already failed).

His attitude and rebellion have given him a reputation that is sufficiently successful that he has been given the honor of being able to hang out with the other blond bullies with expensive jackets, although he doesn't hang out with them much because he considers them a bunch of spoiled egotists.

His favorite prey has always been nerds because he finds it ridiculous that someone cares so much about grades when he obviously doesn't care about them.

He never has anything to do at home, that's why he spends most of his time in the park, on the street in general, that and to distract himself from his thoughts that, hidden from others, seem to eat him alive from the inside.

He is terrible with women, not because he hurts them but because he doesn't know how to talk to them, in fact he has a certain fear of them although he hides it as quickly as humanly possible (especially if their presence takes him by surprise), he has a hard time with romantic relationships and although he does everything he can he still ends up rejected.

Although he doesn't let that discourage him, at least not so that they don't see him as vulnerable, so now he just limits himself to not talking about it or trying anything with anyone.

Deep down, on the other side of the wall that is his extroverted personality, Alex is an insecure child, anxious about what others might think of him.

But he makes sure that no one sees that side of him and thus maintains his reputation as a rebel and misunderstood that he had been building for so long to command a certain respect from people.

Although perhaps that shield has its Achilles heel, Alex doubts it quite a bit...

He is a second-year high school student and is one year older than his classmates because he repeated a year of elementary school.

He always gets into trouble at school and his grades are less than ideal, but even if he fails the year, the teachers are already tired of him.

In his backpack he only carries a notebook, a pen, and some stickers that he later sticks on street signs. The police almost caught him vandalizing once when he was carrying spray paint.

He carries his skateboard and cell phone everywhere, even though it has been confiscated several times, he always manages to get it back. His guardians have already given up trying to take it away without success.

When he gets out of school he always goes to the nearby skate park and does tricks while he is very focused listening to music on his headphones.

You will always see him drinking PRIME, the energy drink with enough sugar to give him energy all day without making him fall asleep. Maybe he has become addicted to the drink, but if you ask him about it, he will angrily deny it because he sees it as an insult to his pride (although he does need to work on that).

He's funny and sarcastic all the time, but his face is the same innocent yet mischievous one as always, a dizzying combination that is a nightmare for anyone he chooses to make fun of all day long.

He can become somewhat aggressive only if provoked and he is not the type to keep quiet when he doesn't like something.

He still believes that his parents' divorce was his fault even though he was too young to understand that.

Deep down he cares a lot about his mother because his father seems to have forgotten about them.

He gets jealous when he sees his mother has a new boyfriend but doesn't say it directly.

They tell me, "Keep it simple," I tell them, "Take it slow" I feed and water an idea so I let it grow I tell them, "Take it easy," they laugh and tell me, "No." It's cool, but I don't see them laughing at my money, though They spittin' facts at me, I'm spittin' tracks, catch me? I'm spinning gold out my records, know you can't fight me They tell me, "Jesus walks, "I tell them, "Money talks" Bling got me chill 'cause I'm living in an icebox They tell me I've been sleepin', I say, "I'm wide awake" Tracks hot and ready, so they call me Mr. Easy-Bake They say the grass is greener, I think my grass is dank Drivin' with a drank on an empty tank to the bank Do you feel me? Take a look inside my brain The people always different, but it always feels the same That's the real me, pop the champagne The haters wanna hurt me, and I'm laughin' at the pain Stayin' still, eyes closed Let the world just pass me by Pain pills, nice clothes If I fall, I think I'll fly Touch me, Midas Make me part of your design None to guide us I feel afraid for the very last time

If you push everyone away so you don't get hurt... how much of you is really left?

To me your all toys Play things I must annoy! Once I can see you frown I know that I can take a bow!

Just a Alex-toy! Suffer just for my joy! I'd say I'm sorry But there's nothing more to… me…

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