I remember I felt scared. We were riding in my mama's car, I was panicking, frantically writing in a notebook. I was drawing, playing with my pencil, ANYTHING to calm myself down. I was thinking about what this meant, it was a long ride, from Washington Heights to Long Island. Ricardo explained where I was going to me while in the car, how I was the son of a god, and how my dad was a traveler, I guess my mom was screwing the mail man...
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Adrian's Story
Ficción GeneralThe story of a son of Hermes. (This book is written as if Adrian wrote it, so if it seems weird, that's why- I'm also not a very good writer I'm looking to get better-)
