My hero.
I have a hero. His name is Zade and he's in seventh grade. The reason that I am looking up to a seventh grader is because of the story that my brother told me:
Zade has purple hair and was living in De Pere with his grandparents, but because his grades started slipping and he was being a baddish kid, his grandparents sent him back to Portland, Oregon to live with his parents who he hates. Zade was gone for a few weeks. Then he hitchhiked back ALL THE WAY back to De Pere Wisconsin with a backpack and his cat. I almost cried when I heard that.
So in conclusion my hero is a seventh grade, purple haired, cat loving, juvenile delinquent.
Zade has purple hair and was living in De Pere with his grandparents, but because his grades started slipping and he was being a baddish kid, his grandparents sent him back to Portland, Oregon to live with his parents who he hates. Zade was gone for a few weeks. Then he hitchhiked back ALL THE WAY back to De Pere Wisconsin with a backpack and his cat. I almost cried when I heard that.
So in conclusion my hero is a seventh grade, purple haired, cat loving, juvenile delinquent.