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That, of course!

It's just who I am.

Like it or leave it.

1. I've been playing soccer since I was nine;
2. I am an awesome Scrabble player;
3. I'm a skilled pianist, but I don't play all that often;
4. My camera of choice is a Canon EOS Digital T1i;
5. I broke my wrist when I was six when I fell out of a tree;
6. I have hemophobia (it's not fun);
7. People say I sometimes talk in my sleep;
8. Batman was my hero;
9. My favourite song is 'Where the Streets Have No Name' by U2;
10. If I had a daughter, I would name her Marina.

Friend or foe?

Aim to be my friend. It's just easier.

Carlin
What up, Speedster? Wondering why I'm calling you that? Well, it's because you're so darn fast on the soccer field. Dude (er, dudette?), you've got major skills, and I think everyone you play with and against knows that. Besides the fact that you tear up the field, you're great to talk to, though, I couldn't really trust you to keep that secret of mine, hmm? Yeah, that's what I thought. Just know that whenever you're bored, call me up — we can play another one of those fight to the death games. Those are always fun! :P

Chloe
Oh, Bunny. Chlo, I don't know what I would do without you. You've helped me through difficult times, and you've never given up on me, even when I had acted pretty rude and inconsiderate. I'm so lucky I never lost you to my stupidness from before. It just shows how fantastic of a friend you are. Never stop what you do to help me, because without you, I would be a complete mess. Thanks for caring for me. Love ya, Chlo-Bear.

Eric
E-Dawg, what's happening? Ha, sorry, I can't resist, you know, with the nickname and all. Anyway, what I really wanted to say was that you're a really cool, chillaxed, go-with-the-flow type of guy, and you're awesome because of it. You don't let much get in your way (maybe the whole jealousy thing, but let's look past that) and if something doesn't go your way, you're all 'whatever, things will be better tomorrow'. Don't change, man, because if you do, I'll be very upset.

Hunter
Hey, Hunt! You know, even though we did kind of get off on the wrong foot back when you yelled at Zeke and I and everything, you're still a really cool guy. You're just so calm and composed even though all this awful stuff has happened to you in the past. I wish I had had that much control over myself like you did. Maybe we can make a deal: you can help me cool down my temper a little (and my ego, if you really want) and I can show you some of my soccer moves?

Isabella
Bizzy! I'll never get tired of calling you that. You're one of my greatest friends; you, Chlo, and I are inseparable! We're like the three musketeers, but better, because I'm not as crazy as Porthos... anyway, thank you for sticking around and not giving up on me. You knew our friendship wasn't worth risking, and thank you a million times for not giving up. Love ya, Bella.

Lottie
Lotsa-Love-Lottie! I'm going to start calling you that from now on. It suits you. You're always trying to spread the love, even though you do it in… uh, eccentric ways sometimes. But it's all good because I think that if you can be eccentric, you should sure as heck be eccentric. It makes living even that much better. Trust me. Keep being you, Lottie! No one would ever want you to change!
ps. Hey, I can trust you to keep that hooligan Eric out of trouble, right? Great, that saves me a whole lot of work!

Noel
Book Boy, you rule. You're one of my best guy friends! Thanks for giving me a chance. You never let anything anyone says about you put you down, and you're so awesome because of that. You're a super-cool guy and sometimes, I wished I was more like you (no, seriously, no joke); you don't blow your top as easily as I do. Haha. But, anyway, you're awesome, Noel-vel. (Get it? Noel, novel... Hmm?)

Savannah
Hey-hey, Prez! Get it — a mix of 'pretzel', since you're that flexible, and you'd probably be the most likely out of you, Chloe, and Izzy to be President. Ha, alright, what I really wanted to tell you how great of a friend you are and that you're a very valuable one to me. I'm sure I wouldn't take as many risks if you weren't in my life, that's for sure! Keep on being the crazy, spunky Savvy I know and love.

Tayten
Hey, Plant Man! Seriously, if you had a super power, it would be the ability to control plants or shoot vines out from your hands or something green like that. Anyway, Tay, I think you're a really cool guy. Honestly. You're cool on the inside, where it really matters. Even though you don't talk a lot, we all know that there's a lot going on behind the scenes, up in that thoughtful mind of yours. But, you know, being quiet makes you you, and personally, I don't think any changes need to be made to the one and only Tayten Huntley, because he's pretty rad the way he is now. (:

Zeke
Oh, Zeke… what to say about our 'complicated' friendship? Well, I suppose 'complicated' works well, so let's leave it at that. Sometimes (okay, often) we clash and don't get along, but at least we can put that all aside when it counts, and we can still be friends. Just remember… if you ever seriously get me mad, remember that I have mad skills with a soccer ball, and I could inflict some pretty serious damage. You know how any balls used for sports are just attracted to hit you… }=)

Chloe
Honestly, I think it's appropriate to put you here, Chlo, because my own thoughts and feelings are confusing me. Are you my best friend, or more? Help me; my head hurts, I'm confused on what I feel and what I think...

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Hey. What's up? How's it going? The name's James. James Anthony Keath. A seventeen-year-old working my way to uni to become a lawyer. Just backtrack a little: I was born in Scottsdale, Arizona, and Phoenix has been my home for my whole life. I live with my mom and dad, Bianca and Adam Keath. I'm an only child, but I manage to fill that void with all my awesome friends. Besides, I'm sure if I had a sibling, we'd butt heads a lot. Zeke and I already do that, so why would I need a brother or sister to add to that? I'm a confident young man who knows what he likes and what he doesn't. Simple, right? Yep, and no. There's a lot more to me than meets the eye. Just keep reading on; I'm positive you'll learn a thing or two about me.

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Candid photo; one of my friends stole my camera and took this just as I turned to face them.

Weeks pass, months go by, years drag on...

Story of my life.

Thirteen years old
    My heart racing in my ears, I pulled open the back door and ran inside my house, letting it slam behind me without realizing, out of my excitement. Panting slightly, I listened for any sign my parents were around. I heard the shuffling of papers from upstairs, followed by the clatter of a pen being dropped on a desk-top. I rounded the corner, ran through the kitchen and dining rooms, and headed up the stairs, towards the source of the sound.
    "Hey, Dad! Dad, guess what?" I said excitedly as I entered the office.
    My dad's office was pretty tidy, except for the mess that was his desk. My dad, seated at the desk, raised his head and blew some of the dark hair out of his face.
    "Yes, James? What's up?" he asked idly, his gaze only flickering to me for a split second, before he focussed on the paper in his hand.
    I frowned, but it vanished quickly. "I won, Dad! My team won the soccer championships! We got these awesome medals, and it was great! I scored the winning goal!" I explained exuberantly, pulling the medal that hung around my neck out from under my jersey, smiling widely as I looked at it, and then to my dad.
    My dad didn't reply right away; he was reading over his paper, and it was only when I said, "Dad," that he actually looked up.
    "I'm sorry, James, what was that?" he asked.
    "I... I won today."
    "Won... in the game? Right, it was the semi-finals, or something like that..."
    "The finals, Dad. My team won the finals."
    "Oh, well, yes, James, that's great. You'll have to put that trophy somewhere special." With that, he turned back towards his desk, inspecting the paper again.
    I bit my lip, fighting back my anger, and turned out of the room, heading to my room and shutting the door hard behind me. With a frustrated groan, I set my medal -- oh, sorry, my trophy. He hadn't even seen my medal! -- down on the dresser, before flopping down on my bed. I couldn't believe my own father didn't care about my soccer game! We had won, and I had been practicing so hard. I had been noticing this change with my dad for a while, now. He had gotten distant ever since my birthday, in May. What was up with that? It was weird. My own dad didn't care about his son's life...

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Let's see... you want to know a bit more about me? Well, my good people, I'd be delighted to. A day in the life of James Keath is... um, eventful, I guess sums it up the best. Yep, things have been interesting. I've been through some rougher times, and some fantastic times. It's all part of life. So, yeah, most of my time is spent playing soccer or hanging out with my really good friends. My house is a little lonely at times. Both my parents are lawyers, and I'm an only child. My parents' work takes up a lot of their time, but they've gotten better at saving time for me and family. No one's perfect, I guess. Anyway, read on to get a glimpse of what I'm like. You won't be disappointed.

Soccer (football, for you Europeans and whatnot) is my live. I really do live and breathe it. It's been in my life for as long as I can remember. My opa introduced it to me a long time ago, and I've been hooked ever since. I've worked my butt off to get to where I am now — I'm captain of the school's team currently, and also captain of my league team. It's pretty sweet. I love the rush I get when I sprint down the field, kicking up pieces of the turf with my cleats as I do. I love everything about it. It's the best sport ever — no arguments!

With loving sports comes competitiveness. And, yes, I do have a competitive side. Man, you should've seen that one time I played a game against this guy named Luca, or when Carlin and I battled it out... epic, to say the least. It comes from being pushed my whole life, with soccer practices and, y'know, just being pushed around in life in general. I've just learned that in order to be great, you have to really work at it. That's kinda made me into a crazy competitive guy, but, whatever... I'm fine with it... so as long as I win.

Along with soccer, I'm really into photography. Really into it. It's one of my many talents, to say the least. It's an outlet — whenever I've had a bad day or something, I pick up my camera and just mess around with it. The best part is that sometimes the best pictures come out of it, me just experimenting. Polaroids are really cool. My first camera (or, really, the first camera I could get my hands on) was a Polaroid. It was a bit old and dusty for my liking, but it still did the job well. My laptop is jammed packed with all the photos I've uploaded, since I like to play around with the editing software on it. I have a lot of pictures of my friends, but most of my pictures are of random things I thought looked interesting.

Call it whatever you want — conceited, smug, cocky… Well, yeah, I can be all of those at times. It's part of who I am, alright? If you can't accept it, well, then, that kinda stinks for you. If you'd taken the time to get to know me and tolerated me, you'd learn I'm a half-decent guy. Ask all my buds. They'll agree (all of them except Zeke). But, y'know, I have my reasons to be smug. You haven't seen me on the soccer field yet. Then you'd think differently. I wasn't always this way, really, but events in my past have changed me, and it's just the way I am now. Like it or leave it is all I have to say.

I'll admit, if you know me well enough, so well that you know what's on my mind at times or you can tell just what's going through my head (very few do), you may see my sensitive side. It's not extremely rare or anything — I'm not heartless. But, you know… I don't get pushed around like some sensitive guys. That's why it helps to have a certain degree of confidence in high school — it helps get you through. Anyway, if you know me well, you've seen me hurt before. You've seen me get sentimental, or mushy. Maybe you've even seen me cry, if you're super, really close. Don't get hopeful — I don't bawl at any given time. I'm just trying to get across that I'm not some emotionless smug guy. I'm human, too.

Which reminds me, do not get me really mad. Things won't be too pretty, let me say that much. Especially if you and I don't get along well to begin with. I have a temper. It'll show if you provoke me, push me around to try and get a reaction out of me… You don't want that. And if you even think about messing with one of my friends — you'll deal with me. You probably don't want that, unless you really think you can take me on. Trust me. You won't be able to.

Anyway, now that you know what I'm capable of, I'll lighten the mood by saying that I am capable of being a pretty fun dude. I'm pretty funny, if I do say so myself, and it helps that I also happen to be charming. I like to have a good time. Let loose. But, if you want to see just how awesome I can really be, get on my good side. Try and befriend me. I'm sure you'll like it a lot better on my good side. Just don't cross me. Seriously.

One thing I love most in life is my friends. They're just, like, some of the greatest people I've ever met, and I'm seriously thankful to have them around, especially when I needed help in difficult times in life. I've been lucky enough to always have someone by my side, willing to help. It's great. That's why I keep saying to get on my good side, because it can be great. I care about my friends a lot. They see beyond my rough exterior. It's possible for anyone to if you don't give up on me.