Brody was a kid like any other, but also not. He was a kid, and no kid was exactly like any other. Brody had always wanted more in his life than what he got, but he also knew that he'd been dealt a pretty great hand. People would kill for his life. But sometimes you have to just say, "Screw it! I'm creating my own life!" and live.
[Mature for cursing and TRIGGER WARNING: I DO intend to have major plotlines involving death and discussing death!!!!! PLEASE if that's a trigger for you don't read this!!!!]
This is a better version of another story I wrote, which you can read, but 9/10 doctors don't recommend it. The other died from disappointment after reading the original.
[I wrote the very first drafts of this in 6th grade, the one I posted on wattpad in 8th, and this one between 10th and 11th grade. If you're expecting anything from the first posted version, oh honey. This is actually something I want to be proud of.]
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.