my mom just told me her friend moved in next door. to be honest, i was excited when she told me. there was so many questions going through my mind, does she have a son? if she did have a son was he posh? i hated living in a rich ass neighborhood because all the kids were either douchebags or cunts. they didn't like the music i listened to or the way i dressed. one time i had a kid ask me this, "is three days grace a charity ball? or something?". my mom and dad said that the kids here were not allowed to the type of music i listen to. my parents didn't have a problem with the way i dressed or my music taste, they said they want me to be me.
my thoughts were soon interrupted by mom walking into my bedroom,
"jack honey, do you want to go meet alex?" she asked nonchalantly. "who's alex?" i asked. "it's isobel's son, sweetie" she said and smiled. i put my head against the headboard of my bed thinking if i should go or not. i had finally came up with an answer, "uh yea, sure"
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posh boy ✧
Hayran Kurgualex moves into a posh/rich neighborhood and befriends a boy named jackary. (lowercase intended)
