Monday.
The day everyone hates. Even unemployed 19 year old's like me. Last year I would never have said this , but now I will. I wish I had school. Or atleast something to do but lie around my apartment, alone thinking of something to do.
Where are my parents? You may wonder. Dead. They died when I was 5, then I was a foster child and then, when I turned 18 they kicked me out of the foster home.
Sounds sad, right?
Well it wasn't. I was bullied there. It was horrible. Everyone there hated me, even the owner. But this isn't about sob stories and things like that.
When I got kicked out I had enough money to bye myself a small apartment. Well, it wasn't small to me, but to anyone else it probably would be.
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The Boy By The Strand [a.i]
Fanfiction"whats you name?" "ashton" That was the last thing he ever said. • • • Lowercase intended. Parts of this story may be triggering. Kind of ghost!ashton
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