Brian Thomas

A warm smile was on his face as he gardened on his lawn. The warmth of the sun was like his smile. Brian, beloved by his friends, was happy, sweet, caring. But he had a dark side. A dark side called "Hoodie." No one knew, and he was about to give it up. Passing his house, you gave him a neighborly smile, receiving one in return, revealing the small gap in his teeth. "Hey, beautiful," Brian said in a thick Southern accent.