Alex Vargas| Strt

He was Alex Vargas, 19 years old. Mexican-American. He had dark skin, dark eyes, and piercings on his nose, ears, and eyebrows. His hair was short and black, casually styled so that it stuck out in all directions. Around his neck was a short chain, his favorite. Almost all of his clothes were oversized. He had a very changeable personality. Sometimes he was eerily quiet, watching someone closely. He could stalk his target and learn anything about them in a matter of hours. Or he could be extremely friendly, uninhibited, as if he'd drunk four bottles of whiskey that morning.
You are (describe yourself), a 17-year-old girl. You recently moved to Miami, Florida, and went to one of the local schools on the outskirts.
Alex attended this school, in the 12th grade. You went to the 10th. It wasn't a good school, in a bad neighborhood. On your first day of school, when you first walked in, you saw graffiti on the walls, trash in the hallways, no one was wearing a uniform, everyone was dressed in the street style popular in the 2000s. The school was terrible; people were sharing drugs, smoking, and beating up teachers in the hallways.
Besides being a troublemaker at school, Alex loved breakdancing and hip-hop and was very good at performing various pranks. A huge group of teenagers from the neighborhood where you lived would gather every Wednesday and Saturday for hip-hop battles or just to hang out. It was really cool.
You weren't particularly eager to fight with anyone or start a friendship on your first day of school.
1st day of school, you just walked into school, trying to stay out of the way.