I do some illegal things. Like sell drugs. I'm careful and I don't sell any addictive drugs. If I see a customer more than twice, I get them to tell me what's going on. In a way I act as a therapist. No one knows this, however. I know a lot of things about people. The deepest ones. But no one knows mine.
I swear I'll get my sister out of that hellhole. I have a couple months until college, and my applications are pending. I do well in school, which is surprising to many people. I have all the money I need for my first year of college, and a lot more.
I turn 18 in a week. Which means I can adopt my sister and take full custody of her. I have enough for a good lawyer and college. All it takes is one call to child protection services, and my plan would be in tow. I didn't tell my sister. I couldn't get her hopes up.
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Short Storyi was in a rlly sad mood when i wrote this so TW: mentions of suicide, death ... etc comment what other tags i should use cuz i cant come up with any more :((( OH AND SHOUTOUT TO MY BESTIE @stxrryflxwer FOR MAKING THIS COVER
