<div class="floatleft">(http://api.ning.com/files/79qIlGeItRpttRUngIhkucWUGfd-t*W1*GHvauLqByqQv4kK670M-9zgw61xVasbYpND7GlKDZD*Rc9xMMcilBPBNMUJOgLG/BlackandWhiteAnimeBoy.jpg)</div>Brock wouldn’t be described as any sort of social class, he was just regular in all respects. Not overly muscular or overly smart. He got above average grades, did the average in gym and wasn’t physically endowed with muscles or extreme knowledge. No one could blame him since his mother had been raising him alone but there was a spark there inside of him. A very powerful spark just waiting to get out, only time would tell how this spark reacted to the world.<br/><br/>Brock was a six foot, one inch eighteen year old with white blonde hair, having a pair of blue eyes that shinned brightly from the want to show that he could be something more. Averagely built in comparison to the apes that wandered the school.  He always where his favorite green hoody that was a gift from his mother after his seventeenth birthday. Being so different then everyone else he was ignored by others just because he was just felt as different. His face was a bit soft, being hurt by so many different types of bullies and other people that want to just show that they were better than a person that was just different.<br/><br/>Brock’s fingers were wrapping around the textbook he would need for his first period, biology. Pulling the heavy, cold textbook from his locker but a voice broke him from his stupor. He couldn’t help but jump a little, he wasn’t normally talked to so this was something entirely new to him. During his jump his hand hit the locker door and he winced in pain. Turning his head to face the new voice he looked at her. No one would talk to him, no less another teenager, so his thoughts were jumbled in his mind for a second.<strong>”Uhhh… notes?</strong>He paused a moment before his eyes lit up with realization,<strong>”Oh those notes, yeah I have them right here.</strong>Brock reached into his locker and pulled out a spiral bound notebook that had in black letters ‘Biology notes’ on the cover. Brock reached out and held the notebook for her to give to her<strong>”Here you are… just make sure you give them back after class ok?”</strong>he said, a shy smile forming on his face his white teeth just barely poking out.<br/><br/>From the other direction, behind Valerie came three football jocks that had set their eyes upon Brock. Coming from the side the largest football jock walked right next to Valerie but stopped right next to Brock. In moments the jock thrust his shoulder right into the chest of Brock causing Brock to be forced into one of the lockers. A loud metallic bang echoed through the halls, the two jocks and their little group began to laugh hysterically at the plight Brock had been put through. Brock’s head rang violently while the jock spoke in a low voice, mocking him.<strong>”Look where you are going klutz… or do you need glasses like your girlfriend?”</strong>he continued to laugh at the fallen Brock. All Brock could do was grip his head to stop the vibrating throughout his head.<br/>