I'd like to help if possible, and I can give you a sample of my writing.
I glared after my mom yelled “Bye Sweet heart, have a good day.” and told her with a sarcastic grin, “L’inferno mi aspetta” and walked into the school. I looked at the the charts that were given to me by the secretary. “Oh lucky me...History as a first class.” I muttered. I started walking towards my doom and took a few deep breaths before swinging the door open and walking in. I stood there and looked at the teacher. She was short, fake and pretty much ugly, too plastic and barbie doll looking. “She introduced me as I was gawking at a guy in the back. He looked similar to me, only taller with longer hair and a dark hazel color for his eyes. I walked up to him after the brief intro about me and cleared my throat. He seemed to be zoned out or in lala land. I cleared my throat and his head snapped up towards me. I smiled, “Mind if I sit here?” I asked, he blushed and stammered “oh uh y-Yeah sure no problem.” I chuckled and plopped myself down next to him “Oh wow, very gentleman-like, Frank...” I thought. “My name is Frank, hi.” I held my hand out to him, he took it hesitantly. “Gerard.” He stated before letting go of my hand. “Wow, his hands are soft and cool, like a spring breeze, I wonder if his lips are the same, or maybe like a tropical forest…” I thought, I looked at him and smirked when I caught him staring longer than necessary. He smiled back shyly. I leant forward and said, “You know, I hate this class, I play guitar and I like art and writing. What about you?” I whispered. I leant back as he went forward, copying my previous moves, He whispered,” I sing, I love are, I like writing, and yes, I really hate this class too.” I smiled and nodded. He and I quickly became friends and told each other stupid stories and shitty jokes. “Damn, he’s so cute, everything about him draws me in…” I thought.
(I'm sorry if its too long, but I just wanted to help you.)
thanks ill consider you :D