Joel Hans

I am a man of few words, I tell life as it is. I am not here to confuse you or convince you of things I shouldn't, but you are here and reading so I might as well tell you my story.
My name is Joel Hans Starakowskia and I am twenty years of age. I have a twin brother named Gustav yet we look nothing alike in the way we dress. I stand at six feet and two inches tall, which I find quite tall for a person like me. I have black hair and dark coal eyes--my frail body encased in fair skin. I have two piercings: One on my right eyebrow and a stud through my tongue. Three. The number of tattoos I have. One on the underside of my left arm, one on of the left side of my ribs, and one on the right side of my pxlvis. They are memories, scratched into my skin with burning needles and permanent ink. I paint my nails and wear make-up, I am accused of liking boys, but contrary to popular thought, I am straight.
I have scars on my neck, two holes the sizes of dimes on the left side of my throat. I constantly keep them hidden--a burgundy scarf around my neck has become a normal sight. I refuse to tell anyone how I got the scars, sorry if the mystery annoys you now.
I usually spend time alone, composing music for the piano and ukulele. I often write stories about my ideal life: back in Germany. I was born and raised there until I was sixteen and moved here with my family. My parents and Gustav accept the move and enjoy life here, while I still dread on the past. We go back to visit family and friends for a few weeks during the summer, but that is never enough. My heart will not go on.
I am not perfect, I have addictions just like everyone else. I've been using cancer-sticks since I was seventeen and I am now in the process of quiting. I don't understand why I even started, it was a foolish mistake.
I have habits although mine are a bit ridiculous. I drink Coke from a glass bottle when I am upset--from cans when I am happy. When I am confused I twiddle my thumbs and tap my feet to the rhythm of Fix You (Coldplay)--to The Running Free (Coheed and Cambria) when I am excited. I am silent when I am happy and tongue-tied when I am scared. I pick at my lip while I think and play with my tongue-ring when I am bored. I refuse to dance in public unless it's raining and past eleven a.m. I find it acceptable to skip at night, not during the day unless you have rain-boots on. I take tests starting with the end and go to the beginning, but for quizzes I go from the beginning to end. Before I read a book I look at the last word of the entire novel and see if it is the same as the first. I tie Twizzlers in knots before I eat them, and remove lollipops from their stems. There are so many more things that I could point out, but you'll find those out soon.

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It was a dark night, a cold night, the night our father had sent us to go find what was taking Mrs. Merrigold's sheep. Our father said it probably was a vampire so we should keep watch and get rid of it like he had taught Gustav and I. We were seventeen at the time and I was living it up. Nothing scared me, nothing made me jump, I was on top of the world and no one was going to take my crown.
Gustav was always trying to do everything I did whether it was climbing trees or terminating werewolves he always wanted to follow me, always wanted to one-up me. Or so I thought. I was foolish at that age, blatantly disregarding everything our father had told us once he sent us out into the woods armed only with a cross-bow and arrows. He told us to head east, I lead us west, he warned us not to tempt the vampire, I did so anyway, he told me to watch my brother, I shoved him aside, he reminded me that if I ever got bit by a vampire that I must tell him right away and tell the truth.. I got bit, told lies, and never returned home. Even worse was the fact that Gustav followed me, he followed me while I grew into a vicious monster who wished to tear his heart out through every moment of pain and pulse that was sent through my body. Even worse was the fact that he helped me throughout the transformation, telling me he would always be with me no matter what creature I was because I was his brother, I was his twin, I was the second part of him.
That night was painful and full of change. That night shaped me into the man I am today.
I still count my birthdays yet I think if I get past twenty people will start to wonder. Gustav has never left my side and we continue to take down monsters like we did before, despite the fact that I am one of them now. I have scars, two black holes lined in silver, about the sizes of dimes, on the left side of my neck. A mistake forever scratched into my beloved skin. I am no longer the same man as I was before; I am not longer the naive, thoughtless boy.
I am Joel Hans Starakowskia,
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Grade: 12
Housing: No

Period 1. Math
Period 2. Science
Period 3. Theater
Period 4. German
Period 5. Social Studies
Period 6. English
Period 7. Photography

After School Activities: Soccer

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