My name is John and my friends and I have always been a little bit freaky. You wouldn't know it to look at us. I'm a five-foot-ten, chunky but funky young man with short red hair, freckled milky white skin and pale gray eyes. In the eyes of the world, I was an eighteen-year-old, Church-going Irish Catholic lad. It was my favorite disguise and people rarely saw through it. Anyone who does should be commended, or eliminated, I can't make up my damn mind.
Anyway, I went to visit my friends Tyrone and Nikki for a change. Usually, they came to my house. We really couldn't be different. I was attending Cadmus Academy, waiting to go to Harvard University just like my father before me. I was on my way to becoming Valedictorian of the all-male prep school. Not an easy feat but when you're a genius, nothing is impossible. The fact that I was a bisexual hedonist somehow escaped the notice of my conservative Republican parents.
Tyrone and I have been pals for ages. He was a tall, somewhat large young man with jet-black skin. Only nineteen years old. A good-looking African-American male. We had a lot in common. Both of us were football players and had famous fathers. My father was a former state representative turned best-selling author. His father was the Chief of the Firefighters of Boston. An all-American hero if there ever was one. Tyrone attended Cadmus as well.
Our pal, eighteen-year-old wild babe Nikki went to Saint Helen, the nearby all-woman prep school. She hated it. Nikki was a tall, skinny Asian Goth with short black hair, bone-white skin and pale green eyes. A real creepy Asian woman but fun to have around. The stuff that comes out of this woman's mouth still freaks me out sometimes, man. Even though I've known her for years.