Whos a good boy? ch1 pt8

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Jackson's point of view

“hahahahaaaaa, jeez dogboy, get out of the rain” i yell back at him

“fuckyou you cunt face prick” he screams

What a dick, i just wish he wasn’t around, my life would be better, although giving him hell is fun, so i guess it isn’t so bad
I passed through the feral side of town and returned to the better side where i live, i park my car and run inside out of the rain

“mum, dad im home”

Now they're not really my mum and dad, i was adopted when i was 4, so to me they’re my parents, growing up i guess I’ve not really had that best of a childhood, no body noticed me, i was always cast out, up until i turned 13, and joined lacrosse that’s when people started to notice me more, and i had this sudden fame because of how good i was, and i had to keep that fame by showing my dominance with the weak and standing beside the strong

“ah son, welcome home” dad says in his thick Russian accent, everyone calls him North i don’t remember why, i think he lived in the Northern parts of Russia for a while, and met my mother who was the towns Dentist

I ran up to my room and logged onto my computer to play WoW, i plugged in the headset, and i could hear Snotlout and Tuffnut talking

“hey Frosty, what’s crackin'? ” Tuffnut says

“not much, just drove through a puddle passing Dogboy drenching the sulking puppy”

“hahaha Lol, that's hilarious” yelled Snotlout

“fuck yeah, he was furious, lol”

Just then i heard dad call me down for dinner so i said goodbye to the guys and went down to eat

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