1. Wait until my family was asleep
2. Slip the small plastic bags into the pockets in my jeans
3. Silently get out of the house and onto my bike to the warehouse
I kept drumming this into my head feeling my heart shatter to pieces. Even if this is what I do on a daily basis, it still hurt. But I dare not show any of my feelings on my face. I bury them deep, into my heart where no one will ever get to. I may seem like your cliche typical school bad boy, but I'm not. Well partially not. I'm not your star quarter back, I'm not a man-whore, I don't have the school's population of females falling at my feet and I most definitly don't throw careless smirks off my shoulder. I'm still the school's number 1 'ranked' bad boy. Street fighting and Druggies are more my type.
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Not the best blurb thingy but i try i really do:p
please give it a try?
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cass<3
