Jeff has always been a regular kid. He wasn't considered normal, though. His mother died when he was only a year old, and he was raised by his metal, and rock'n roll obssesed father. People never talked to him, due to the fact he was always wearing ripped jeans, T-Shirts with band logos that could not be read, and a jean vest with no sleeves that had patches with various thrash metal patches on the back of it. His jet black hair hasn't been cut since he was three, and he showed how much he enjoyed the music he listened to. He had a childhood friend though. He met her in day care, and they had gone to school together ever since then. Her mother was divorced, and so eventually their parents hooked up. They dated for a good seven years, but broke up because she didn't like how Jeff acted. That was three years ago (the break up) though. Jeff was now in his last year of highschool, and was still friends with that girl he met so long ago. "I was thinking." Jeff called from his bathroom which was down the hall from his bedroom to his friend who had come over. "Should i get a new gibson? I know I know, I should be saving up for prom crap, but prom is at the end of the month, and I don't care enough for to get a date."