"JAX!" My mom called, I was well awake but in no rush to get moving. "JAXON GET OUT OF YOUR BED RIGHT NOW OR WE'LL LEAVE YOU HERE."
Good, I thought wistfully, maybe I could stay in the city forever, cities are much better than suburbs.
"GET THE HELL OUTTA BED." My brother hollered, yelling up the stairs.
I sat up finally, then I stayed like that for a while, then I moved my legs off the bed, and then I moved them on the ground. A couple more strides, some jogging, and then I was sitting as the city moved past me with a heartbreaking speed.
I believe everyone in this world is going to get one window opened, when doors close most of the times they just close, you walk to a new window. However everyone is going to get a window actually opened for them. And a year ago, only a couple hours from my old home, I found my window.
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Teen FictionHey… is it hi or hey? REFERENCE HELL YEAH. Ok so this story is basically entirely references wrapped up into the story of a music nerds junior year… totally punk rock
