It feels like you don't know my name.

My story. Isn't long, but I would like you to listen. Have you ever felt like you were meant for someone but they don't even know you exist. He is an angel. His face must have been sculpted, with the most perfect hands. His emerald eyes begged you to get lost in them. His perfectly messy chocolate brown hair. His fleshy pink lips that just wanted you to kiss them, and how his teeth shimmered.
For me. I didn't have much to offer. I had hazel eyes with dark brown hair, my olive skin was flawless. I was thin. I was brilliant, I made straight A's, since; well...forever. I play everything. Cello, Piano, Guitar, Clarinet, and am amazing at it. My mother, forced me to play. Classical music, enriches the mind, love. I had one best friend Clare. She was gorgeous, red long hair, blue eyes.
LENNON! My mother called, I looked at the clock. 5:00. What was the point of me getting up this early? I stared through the dark to see my watchmen comics on the ceiling, then smiled. I rose from my bed, it was cold, so I wrapped myself with a blanket. I rubbed my feet on the familiar rough carpet. I smiled. I walked into the bathroom and freshened up. I put on jeans, t-shirt. Laced up my converse. Nothing special. I dragged myself downstairs, and saw a plate of eggs, bacon and toast. Mom, I've been a vegetarian for a year now. Oh, sorry love. Forget it. I grabbed an apple, and started walking to school.
I was almost to school when,......

Cliffhanger! Also, writer's block. :) TBC. Oh, and comment, please. :)