part 3

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"Suga come I want to intruduce you to someone". Suga's manager grabed his arm leading him through a bunch of people that where the heads of company's. Reaching a man with gray hair and a cheerful smile on his face noticing suga. "It's a real plesure to meat you Suga im Terry Miller, im the ceo of the Star Lights company, Your concert was amazing my daughters a huge fan of your's". Terry said pushing his daughter forward. "Hi im Nichole I love your music". she said shakimg suga's hand "im flaterd such a pretty lady likes my music". Suga replied gently relesing Nicholes hand afraid she would faint concidering her red face. "Oh this is my youngest son Jared" Terry said. A little chuby boy with light blond hair percide forward, the boy stared at the floor ignoring Suga's presents, Suga bent forward and put out his hand in front of the boy hoping he would look up and great him. Jared slaped Suga's hand away looking up at him, the room went silent."You'll never be my brother your a fake"! Jared yelld hiding behind his father afraid. "Jared, appoligize" Terry said yanking Jared out from behind him."No he'll never be my brother no no no"! Jared said trying to yanck away from his father. "Im sorry Suga he's normally not like this". Terry said trying to get Jared under control . "It's fine, im sorry can you excuse me". Suga said walking towards the exit not wanting to be there any longer, and be reminded of the truth. leaving the building Suga walked with blurry vision the word fake echoing in his head. He walked until his feet hurt  .Breathing in slowley Suga looked up not relizing were he was nor caring somthing chought his eye. A bright orange sign,  Said Warning under construction. Suga with dragging feet walked towards the edge of the,under construction what looked like highway. puting both hands on the wall he pushed him self up on the ledge glancing down a bunch of car lights blured his vision breathing in deeply, he closed his eyes "i've alwaysed wanted to fly".he thought, leaning forward waiting to feel the cold wind, and then finally sleep.

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