The struggling Christian

The struggling Christian

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Romance
My name is Jake Ros. 14 years old I was sitting on the back porch planting out in the rain with a nice sunny day in Oakland. I was sitting there in the back pew with a friend gonna be Douglas was smile being careful basically happening but deep down I knew she was struggling to. if she had been The Lord when she was a little child and I I was only nine ~~~ glancing down at the in the world. I didn't know what it was that treat me towards her or her family religion. I just don't have a place of walking down the cobblestone road with her and she asked me if I could come to our church and afternoon. I told her hockey brings his which will lie. I didn't actually had basketball practice later this afternoon camping tomorrow, I said I would go. My parents didn't like me. Change my life down my phone message. I don't someone expression the next morning. ~~~
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*********************** "You're the city kid who's parents kicked the buck- fuck. I mean shit. I mean hi." He stammers. The entire family stares at Jack in pure horror. I burst into laugher, still to their horror. "Good one." I chuckle. Jack raises his sharp eyebrows. "You're fucked up, City Boy." He says. "Kieran." I say. "Bless you." He responds quickly. "No that's my name. Kieran." I elaborate. "Like the coffee maker?" He asks. "What? No, not Kierig, Kieran." I repeat. "Key ring." Jack says. I sigh. "I'm bein' serious as all outdoors, I can't say it." Jack says. "Maybe because you talk like a weed whacker." I say. Jack looks taken back by my comment. "You're funny. I like you...Kerin?" Jack says. "Keep trying." I say. "Jack, why don't you help Kieran settle into his room?" Roger suggests putting so much emphasis on my name, I almost forget how to say it. "You mean my room? Sure thing, Father." Jack huffs. Wait... I have to share a room with that thing? He looks like he bites. "Don't worry, Kieran. He don't bite." Roger assures me. Did I say that aloud or has Jack bitten in the past? **************************** Kieran's life is in shambles. His parents suddenly die in a car accident and he is sent to his father's next of kin, Roger all the way in Georgia. He doesn't know Roger, He doesn't like Georgia, and worse - they live on farm and Roger has 7 kids. Things don't look good For Kieran until he meets the very good-looking (yet ugly talking), Jack Matthews, one of Roger's 7 children and his new roommate.

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