Kenny's p.o.v
Kenny yawned widely, lifting himself up off his bed running his fingers through his hair as he looked up at the clock to look at the time. The clock read; 5:20AM. And he had school in about 2 and a half hours at the time.
Kenny sighed looking around his room from traces of the other day, A magazine; the title- "XXX" which he picked up sliding it under the mattress. 'Can't let my parents or little sister see that,' he thought to himself.
The blonde streached out his arms looking aeound for any other trace of things he might wanna get rid of in case his parents come to check on his room. Nothing, good. Kenny stood about 6'4 he was no normal 17 year old. He almost got himself ro belive that he had some power where he could die. Just made him chuckle, ans shrugged it off shortly after thinking it. Kenny was known almost as, immortal.
Kenny was almsot glad, but at times he hated it. Kenny looked off to the side in the direction of his closet, walking over, grabbing a orange a hoodie slipping it over the gray shirt the male had on, following along with a pair of ripped jeans, like the kind girls were seen wearing. But it wa shis only clean pair of pants to wear, until his parents got the money to do their clothes, he wore the same thing each day, hateing every single part of it. But had to 'deal with it!' As his father said to him th eother night when he asked, pushing him off and basically telling him to 'mind his own god damn buisness' all he was, was trying to worry and take care of his little sister; it hurt to see her in a state of negitivity, and leaving hee for collage is gonna be the worat turn for him, most brothers and sisters never got along, they'd always fight and argue over the stupidest things, which didn't suprise him at all. He just wanted out of that house, to get a better one, and take good care of the family better and more often.
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