The bad boy and his gang

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I HATE MY LIFE I HATE MY LIFE I HATE MY LIFE I HATE MY LIFE!!!! I am right now on a plane to Miami to start a new life with my little brother and mother you want to know why Well it all started a few weeks back when we were living in New York and it was my dads funeral. He died at war in India (dont ask where because i dont know my mom never told me) and a few weeks ago was his funeral. Everybody was bawlling there eyes out (and me of course) it was really sad. A week ago my mom told me we were moving to Miami to start a new life. I hated that opinion i didnt want to go i had friends there (well my only friend Martha wich is my best friend we known each other since we were in diappers) and i was going to start my final year of high school, not that i thought was a bad idea because nearly everything in this town we live reminds of dad and sometimes i would cry myself to sleep at night or even scream during the night, but we lived here for almost my whole 17 years of life. Eventually i had to agree and go and now i am on the plane with mt mom and brother and an annoying little kid behind me kicking my seat.I just want to turn around and say 'hey there little kid would you do me a big favor WILL YOU STOP KIKING MY FUCKING SEAT!' but i cant and i bite my tongue to shut my mouth and ignore that he is there....

boy these are going to be some 3 hours!.

Hey so this is my first story i hope you guys enjoy it and dont forget to VOTE!!!! AND COMMENT

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