After I told Joe what I thought was going to happen to me after high school, he stormed off into the neighborhood. I chose to stay at the bridge for a little while longer.
To be honest, thinking about life is super hard to control when your alone.
One hour later, I strutted home. Taking 5 seconds in every step. When I arrived home,it was 11:30 p.m. Maybe he's asleep. I tiptoed in the dark house. Carefully, I shut the door. Not knowing the henge was lose, the door made a shrieking screech.
A moment later, the lamp in the living room flickered on. I was prepared for the worse...
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The Last Straw
Ficção AdolescenteA 14 yr old boy named Robert is new at his middle school.He trys to lay low but,people notice him,thinking their is something wrong with him.He makes one friend named Joe.Joe is a popular kid(which places Robert a loser)but,doesn't care what people...
