Twisted Transistor

Devon's POV:
here I am,the same old Devon. I'm still short,skinny and depressed. I was adopted when I was three since my birth mother did not want me. At least it seemed like it. I have Two siblings. Ryan and Abby. I was the youngest and yes I was in fact smallest and quietest one out of ALL of them. I how ever am in high school,my siblings are working. I can't wait to leave high school. But I don't want to go to college,I would rather be working as a artist. I am good at Drawing,but not that good..
"Devon!"A loud voice snapped waking the black haired boy up. "H-Hm? oh sorry Jessie,I was day dreaming"Devon said staring at his black convers covered in random doodles with different bands. "Well,Me and Frankie are going to a party later on.... do you maybe wanna come instead of staying home"The young girl giggled. "I don't know Jess. You know there has been a lot of murders around here.... And I don't wanna get killed YET"Devon said smiling. "Alright,it's up to you!"Jess said walking off.