The Extra Mile

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

My brother. My friend. My homey. How ya doin??

Good man good. Been hanging round Paris recently. It's sweet here man. But I can't speak French.

Come to America! Sun shining dude. Like all the time.

I prefer London mate. More interesting.

Yeah well if you're into rain. Sure.

It can be sunny.

Just cos its warm inside buildings doesn't mean it's sunny.

I like warm buildings:( .

Yeah, we used to talk like that all the time. Used to. Well we emailed each other- me and jay did. Me in america, him in Paris. It was sweet. It was.

But how many "mates" can u really trust? Honestly trust? None. Not when your me. I should've known he was like the others. I don't need no friends. I should've known that.

One day we were emailing. The next he stopped. I tried calling him. Searching his Facebook- he unfriended me. He deleted his twitter, blocked his Instagram. It was like he never knew me. I bet that's what he's telling himself now.

"I never knew that lad, that freak. Who is he anyway?"

I don't know. Why don't you search it up on google.

Go on try. It won't work. You know why? Man I don't even know who I am myself.

I hide in the shadows. I go where I want. I have a small rucksack of my stuff. I have no name. I never belong.