Chapter 3!! New p.o.v again, it's our jock for this chapter. Sorry for taking so long to update and then having this short chapter. It's just i'm so lazy, and when I try to write I can't I like lose my awesome thoughts (90% of my life is me daydreaming about scenario's) And yah I know it sucky and ratchet and RAH! But I really hope you enjoy!! Vote, Comment, Follow! Love you, read away, and read Scary Beautiful also
Songs of the chapter:
Beyonce- Love on top
Whitney Houston- It's not right, but it's okay
Be happy, Rock Stars
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Do you hear that?
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Is it the sound of my pen being constantly tapped on my father's office desk? Or is it the beat for a song?
Tap.
To me it's a beat. It could be the beat for a beatles song. it could be a beat for a Nicki Minaj song. It dosent matter, what matters is that it's a beat.
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Football.
That’s all I hear every second of every day.
Football this.
Football that.
Don’t get me wrong I love football and I’m pretty sure I always will, but football isn’t me, it doesn’t give me that rush of accomplishment, it doesn’t make my heart pound, or swell or make me feel… complete.
Only when I’m sitting at my drums. When I’m playing a beat or just goofing around. When I hold my sticks, that’s- and only then is when I feel whole.
I grew up with the strictest parents ever.
No more like the strictest family.
My brother is a brain surgeon. He also has OCD so, no I don't have a typical teenage boy room.
My step- mother is the principal at my school. Principal. Mother. They should never be in the same sentence ever.
My older sister is a math teacher. MATH.
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How It Happened... (ON HOLD)
Teen FictionEDIT: 2015 - 05 - 22 **SOOOO Sorry this hasn't been updated in years, my laptop is broken, and no one wants to buy me a new one. My I.T father doesn't want to fix it -_- SO until then this story will be on hold, causer I refuse to use the ratchet ap...
