The Institution for troubled and lost  boys

The Institution for troubled and lost boys

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Jax is confused when he gets called to the principal's office only to walk in and see two police men claiming that his parents and older brother have died in a car crash he had no idea how to feel he wasn't sure if he was sad, angry,or glad, he has never liked his parents that much for the way they have treated him but his brother he loved dearly he felt lost and numb he was only 16 turning 17 in a few weeks, he has no were to go he has no friends or even family when he finds out he's going to go live with a bunch of strangers he scared and anxious he doesn't know if he can trust these people they try desperately to get Jax to open up but it's no use What will happen to Jax? Will he finally find peace or will he continue to feel lonely for ever
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[Every story has many sides, this one here is Split in two.] Introducing Henry Simmons, teenage student just like any other, surviving the harsh highschool ambient everyone goes through. Henry's sour life turns into a confusing mess when his best friend's twin brother shows up, the way he acts towards him makes him confused, he tries to figure out what he did wrong. He has truly no idea. //TW: Mention and portrayal of Mental health issues and conditions, which may not be accurate.// - - • • • - - "I feel like I'm dying." Henry confessed, his guts hurt, his head was spinning, his heart was pumping and his mind was screaming, he wished to sleep and rest for at least a moment. "You're not dying, you're just wasted out of your shit." Nick said. Henry looked at Nick, and he looked down, at the floor. "Holden is a piece of shit, but you have a certain thing that intrigues me." Nick confessed. "Me?" Henry asked. "You, Henry Simmons, not Holden Simmons." The staring contest became a contest of curiosity, a sort of attraction like a magnet, pulling and pulling, but never strong enough to force the motion. - - • • • - -

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