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Max woke up to the sound of people yelling and singing along to the music blasting through the speakers, he fell asleep on a couch with an empty cup in his hand.
He felt drained and tired.
Max went with his mother to the party eirlier that evening, but it looks like she already left.
Max pesos was born into a family of drugs and abuse, he grew up with his brother after his father abandoned the family for another one in LA. The dad left everyone behind, his brother samule their rot weiler and his mother, they lived in a dangerous neighbor hood and bairly had anything.
His mother only used their money for drugs and alcohol.
After his brother got fed up with their mothers bs, he left them leaving Max behind. His mother forced drugs and the other stuff onto Max at the age of 11 and the only thing he could cope with his family problems was smoking only after his dog passed at age 14.

I got up and everything around me went side to side, but I didn't mind. It's something I've gotten ussed to.
I walked outside and threw myself down onto the sidewalk and threw my empty cup onto the road.
Damn bitch ditched me againe, she's always nagging me to go with her to these dumb "gatherings". I mumbled to myself looking up at the starts already appearing out of the night sky.
"Max!" A voice called out from behind me.
"Fuck off..." I stumbled over my words thinking about aliens now.
"Bruh chill, do you need a ride? Or are you..."
I was already standing on my feet and pushed the guy talking to me aside.
"I can handle. Myself you.. you tard." I said as I walked away.
Knowing I can handle myself I look pretty intimidating. I have a small scar on my eyebrow witch lookes like a slit, my hair is sort of short but it's black with a red streak somewhere, my style is based off my brother's, pretty cool I could say.
Before I knew it I was standing infornt of my house, my mom's car was of course, in the drive way but the lights where off.
"Fucuuuck..." I said out loud. I lost my key agine.
Looking at my house then to the sky and at the stars, their pretty dope. Then everything went black.

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