Music - On. World - Off.

Music - On. World - Off.

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About 4 years ago; I lost my temper, Went nuts under the pressure, Cracked. Call it whatever you want, it’s not going to change anything. I was normally such a calm person; the kid that always followed the rules, always listened. But I think it was because I knew something was wrong and when all I wanted was an answer it’s exactly what I didn’t get which led to my... outburst. And after that they kept coming, started being about smaller things and becoming more violent, it scared them, what I did to the car, what I almost did to my dad, and everything after that; it all scared them. So I was sent here which I bet it was a blessing for my dad, it’s not like he ever wanted me. Now I’m almost eighteen, but it’s nothing special really, just another kid in an orphanage. I know it means that I’m going to be released soon, but I don’t think I’m going to make it till then, my sickness is becoming worst; not that I show it. This is me now, the new Sean.
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If his sixteen years experience has taught Mikey Alston only one thing, it's this: Life is too damn cruel to face alone... The ice took our car off the road. The tree wrecked it. Tate and I didn't make it out unscathed. My parents didn't make it out alive... I was eleven, and that's the day my whole world was ripped away from me. My brother, David, was twenty-one. All the family I had left, I needed him. He didn't need me. David sent me away. Packed me off far across the country from my hometown in Devon - from Tate and everything I'd ever known, to live with grandparents I'd never known. Six years is a long time. But now I'm back. (Not through choice. Not mine, anyway). And Tate's still here. Only... he's not the boy I left behind. He won't speak to me. Won't speak to anyone. The one upshot of my return to a life I no longer fit and he's letting me down spectacularly. Well, Tate, here's the thing: I'm not giving up on you. I'm not everybody else. You can't shut me out. You need me - we need each other. And we will be friends again. Best friends. I'm decided. It's decided.

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