Holding Onto You
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  • Reads 16,401
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  • Parts 27
  • Time 3h 4m
Complete, First published Jul 06, 2014
I was in the end of my Senior year when I met Stephan Owens. He had just moved from Chicago to New Orleans with his older brother Elijah and little sister London. When he came to my high school everyone was convinced that he was a thug like his brother. So all the people he came across had mad respect for him because his brother was known for hanging out with some of the most important thugs there were and for becoming one. But he wasn't that unattractive "imma shoot up this whole place if i don't get my way" type thug or a "All I do is have sex and get money" type thug, or maybe he was. But I wouldn't know because I paid no attention to him or anyone really because I was to busy with my nose stuck in a book for all of my Junior and Senior year trying to become Valedictorian so I could get into a good college unlike almost everyone else here at this terrible high school. But then I fell in love with him and my life kind of dashed from one end to another.
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