Brendon Jaeger Peterson
Brendon jumped onto his longboard and rode down the sidewalk. He lived a few short blocks away from school, so he prefered not taking his car. He fixed his beanie and adjusted his glasses. Man, did he hate Mondays. He grumbled under his breath and continued to push off the ground to keep his board moving. He rubbed his eves, still half-asleep. He had decided to wear a black V-neck tank-top with ripped jeans. And Vans. His favorite style.
















