Nye came home today, he wont be going to any classes for a whiles though. Im helping him make up his work, poor guy. Nye is this tiny little guy, real scrawny and short. He looks like he is about 15 but he is actualy like 18, he has thes two perfect zig-zag lines of freckels from one cheek to the other(if you conect them it looks like a little snake or something.) His black, blond, and red  hair is always messy and falling in his face, its rough and dry feeling. His lips are always pink and always hold a grin that says "Im in trouble, but it was worth it." He has light brown eyes, almost sort of orange, cheerful eyes..when I saw him in the hospital I couldnt help but notice theese things. He had three busted ribs, a black eye, two broken fingers and a big gash in his head, but all of those things didnt seem bother him, he was still the way he had always been. I relized how strong he really is, to keep smileing even when he was in pain, it makes me wonder just how strong we all are inside. Nye gives me corage.  

Note:Candy-chan asked what me new friends where like and so Im going to kind of describe them in my blogs like this. It really made me think what they really are like not just the happy face they show the world.