There was this kid. An easily spotted one indeed. With bright ginger hair, and hazel green eyes. Unlike his mother, nor father. His mother, smiling bright with her dark brown hair and green eyes. His dad also a brunette, with brown eyes. He lived with his mother and father in New York. Little did he know his life could only seem normal for a few years, and only a few. And this was only the start.
It was the night of his parents anniversary. They went out, of course. Left the young boy with his aunt- stuck to play with his adoring cousin. And when he and she had fallen asleep, they awoke to news, that his dad was shot on the street. The shooter, unknown. And what a perfect day it had been, till he feel asleep upon the dark night.
His mother, only to tightly grasp the boy into a hug, as he softly cried. Knowing, his father was no more. The poor 8 year old was left weeping in her arms till sleep took him to tomorrow.
And soon, we go on forth, to now. The boy has grown, no sibling, no father, only him and his mother. A broken family, but they cared for eachother no matter what. The boy was me. Eric Manson. And I've grown to learn, life isnt always perfect, but we can try to look on the brightside. And that may have been a story in my life but there shall be more to come forth. Good or bad. So we start now.
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Teen FictionEric Manson is your average introverted, ginger haired, shy- prat. Justin Welsch is your average indie, gamer, stress-baby who doesn't really like to think about being any less straight than a ruler. Ah! There it is. Another gay story about some gay...
