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chapter seven- part one

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BLAKES P.O.V

Light. Morning. Birds. School. Fuck.

I awake blissfully by squawking bird’s right outside my door. This is exactly why I have a deepening hatred towards nature and earth itself.

Let me sleep god dammit.

I lay myself back down and try to fall asleep again.

Fuck. There still chirping.

Just get up Blake?

School, that’s right.

Twenty minutes pass and I eventually decide to get up and get ready. I change into some cream chinos and a white shirt. Classy Blake.

I put my head under the kitchen sink and wet my hair. There’s hot water as well, halle-fucking-lujah.

That has one hundred percent made my morning.

My dark, wet hair sits on my head as warmth beams off it from the water.

Heat, yes. 

I go looking for some sort of food to satisfy my stomach but only find a muesli bar in the bottom of my bag. What the fuck am I going to do tonight for dinner, or even today?

This is utter shit, considering I’m seventeen years of age and feeling like a fucking hobo.

I’ll just scab some off harper today, she always has heaps good food with her and never eats it.

Well that’s one less problem for today I guess.

I grab my shit and stumble outside with my muesli bar hanging out of my mouth ready for today. I kid. I don’t know what’s going to happen today, either do I every day. It’s uncertain, I hate it.

I make sure all the windows and any entrance to the flat are either; shut, locked or un-accessible.

The last thing I want is my dad going in there, fuck him.

My bag swings on my back and I’m off to school.

Yay.

Sarcasm.

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“Fuck yeah Blake!”

“What’s up?”

“Where were you at the party last night dude, it was fucked up aha?!”

This is what I hear when I enter the school grounds every day from my “friends” as they call me over to the corner.

While that is happening I’m getting glares from everyone else that inhabits Lake View.

Forwarding my way over I get hard welcoming slaps on the back and tough handshakes.