"Being alone does not mean I am lonely"
Christian Garcia
Nicknames
Chris, Weirdo, Hippie, Locks
Age
17 years old
Role
The Loner
Sexuality
Heterosexual
|| longboarding || surfing || his Ipod || his 'sister' || spending time alone || looking at the stars || intelligent girls || graffiti || warm weather || art || ice cream || orange juice || seafood || storm || his Volkswagen 'hippie' van || Spiritualism || random acts of kindness ||
Dislikes
|| school || large crowds || sharks || coffee or tea || when the police doesn't chase real criminals || smoking || clowns and balloons || speedo's || his sisters disease || broken earphones || being inside || people without manners || pessimists ||
Chris stands quite tall with 1.92 meters in height and with his dreads all over the place he's a sight to see. He is thin built and is often found shirtless. Who needs a shirt when surfing or longboarding in any case. Because of his time on the board he has many small scars on his knees and elbows. He has had piercings in many places, but got rid of most of them. Chris has tattoos all over his body. They are all quite small and most of them are singular words or small phrases that he picked up along the way. Some of them are in English, some of them are not. He usually wears baggy shorts and his old DC's. If he wears shirts they are usually band shirts. He usually wears something simple around his neck and owns a massive collection of wrist bands, so you will never see him without one.
Chris is in nobody's way as long as nobody is in his. He believes heavily in freedom and spiritualism. He loves nature and believes that people are on this Earth not to build, but simply to live. He lives from day to day and tries to enjoy as much as he can, he can not be bothered with the future. This is also why he skips school on a egular basis. He is into art and will much rather spend 5 hours spray painting a wall to perfection than to spend one hour in a class room. Chris avoids depressing and possible difficult situations. His cousin is very sick and often he can't stand the feeling that she will not always be there. These times he will stay outside, preferably on the beach. Although he doesn't like being around too many people, Chris will never forget his manners. He opens doors for women, will help old ladies across the street and will always give someone a lift if they need it.
Chris was born in the beautiful state of California to Junnior Garcia and Angela Cooper. From his fathers side he can claim that he is at least a very small part Peruvian, greatly deluded though. For as long as he can remember his cousin from his mothers side has lived with them. She is more a little sister than a cousin to be honest. He is barely older than she is, but he always felt incredibly protective of her. She was a sickly girl to say the least and kids can be cruel with such delicate information. He would get into fights on a regular basis if they called her a name, or made fun of her. When his parents would come to school to pick him up from school after such fights, he never wanted to talk. His parents suspected, but could never confirm why he got into so many fights.
His behaviour made him an outcast in school. Truth be told, he did not mind at all. He did most things on his own and spend all his time this way. He would spend his time outside in skateboard parks or at the beach. He basically thought himself to surf and the water was his best hiding spot. Ever since he has learned boarding and surfing he always has had this grin on his face. During these activities he met new people who he would tolerate, but never let close. He enjoyed the graffiti he saw everywhere in the city. He liked it when it was artistic, when it displayed great talent. Eventually he bought spray cans himself and started creating art himself, and he was good. The police has caught him on numerous occasions and he told them and his parents the same excuse over and over again:"But look at it, it's beautiful."
College is coming up soon, but with the grades he has he will not be accepted anywhere, nor does he want to. He has taken up a summer job at a juice bar at the beach to make some money. With the money he wants to fix up his Volkswagen 'hippie' van so he can take his cousin on a road trip in a safe and comfortable way after the summer is over.
I'm like a bird
You're beautiful and that's for sure
You never ever fade
Your lovely, but it's not for sure
And I won't ever change
And though my love is rare
And though my love is true
I'm like a bird
I'll only fly away
I don't know where my soul is (soul is)
I don't know where my home is
And baby all I need for you to know is
I'm like a bird
Your faith in me brings me to tears
Even after all these years
And it pains me so much to tell
That you don't know me that well
And though my love is rare
And though my love is true
I'm like a bird
I'll only fly away
I don't know where my soul is (soul is)
I don't know where my home is
And baby all I need for you to know is
I'm like a bird
It's not that I want to say good-bye
It's just that every time you try to
Tell me, me that you love me (oh, oh)
Each and every single day
I know I'm gonna have to eventually give you away, yeah
And though my love is rare
And though my love is true (yeah)
And I'm just scared
That we may fall through, yeah, yeah
There she goes
There she goes
There she goes again
Racing thru' my brain
And I just can't contain
This feelin' that remains
There she blows
There she blows again
Pulsing thru' my vein
And I just can't contain
This feelin' that remains
There she goes, there she goes again
She calls my name, pulls my train
No-one else could heal my pain
And I just can't contain
This feelin' that remains
There she goes
There she goes again
Chasing down my lane
And I just can't contain
This feelin' that remains