My First Love // YAOI

My First Love // YAOI

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It was my first day of junior year and I knew no one. I been at this school for already 2 years and i haven't made a single friend. I mean i never really talked and i normally pay attention to school and actual important stuff so i guess i never really needed anyone. My parents died when i was younger so secretly ive been living alone pay everything for myself. I have a partime job but it doesn't pay well but at least it pays enough. I walked into the school and looked around. I wondered how long I was gonna be in that hallway. I walked to my locker and put in the code. I placed my backpack in it and took out my schedule. It was pretty similar to the one last year. I then felt a presence behind me. I turned around a tall, blonde guy was behind me. "Yes?" I asked closing my locker. "Are you new around here?" He asked with a grin.
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When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

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