Johns. pov
I woke up to my very friendly alarm clock beeping I slammed my hand down on the snooze button. My father came up into my room, "Get your ass up its 6:30 your going to be late!" He shouted" Ok dAD" my voice cracked my gosh I sound so dumb I though to myself as soon as he left the room I checked my twitter nothing much it was just a few pictures of my old cat before she died. I yawned and got out of bed I looked in my mirror I really need to fix this hell of hair.. I started brushing my hair then gave up after 5 minutes I put my curly reddish brown hair in a low ponytail I went to my closet and grabbed a blue shirt a pair of jeans and some converse shoes I stared at my outfit.. I needed my sweat shirt I ran down stairs and grabbed my sweatshirt, it was gray and had 'Laurence' printed in black on the back of it. I grabbed my suit cases and went up to my dad's truck I shoved my stuff in the back and walked back inside.
"You all ready John?" He shouted from the kitchen unaware that I was right behind him
I sighed"Yep no need to yell though.." I murmured I gave him a hug then walked out the door swinging his car keys around carelessly
Time skip from meeeee
I made my way up to my apartment it was number 1776 I always liked that number so it was easy to remember. I looked around it was a great place until I heard barking and I turned around to see two pitbulls running full speed at me I screeched A blood curtailing scream and ran out of the apartment I looked back " SHIT IMMA DIE!" I yelled i ran into a wall and fell over curling into a ball as these dogs ran up to me.
" VILOET! SMOKY! GET OVER HERE!" I heard a voice shout
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Loser // lams college
Historical FictionThere will be mullet ( • ̀ω•́ )✧ but lots of swearing this is my first story so sorry if things get confusing or are boring or just suck just tell me how to improve and I'll do it yours truly - Callie