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Contenu pour adultesTerminé sam., janv. 9, 20163h 11m
it's been 1 month since I've seen the horrid of a body laying on the ground in its own blood......
I was on the plane looking out the window at the clouds i would see ,jailed in my thoughts thinking about heaven and where is it if there is one......
now stop all that fake ass crying before I tell latimore you tried to smoke up ALL his weed.......
my arms was being held back by Sasha and monique.briyana then grabbed Craig's head and put his face in the toilet bowl that has his waste in it,but Evan tho they was holding me back I didn't stop fighting for my brother......
aye lil bitch if anything happens to my baby ima coming for you and your family.....
I had to be carefull about everything I said because I knew by the way he was talking that.....this place was rigged.....
I chocked the cierra bitch and she was in a very short coma.for 3 weeks to be exact.....
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Disclaimer: Inspired by rotXinXpieces's St Salvator's Academy for Boys, any reference to his story is merely coincidental. This is my *own* piece of work. *Cover design by my friend who wishes to be anonymous. "...By signing this form you are accepting our terms and conditions of discipling your son the way we choose if he so happens to misbehave. You shall not take him out of classes until after the first Semester of the year, and even so this must be for an emergency/mishap that is listed in the urgent category of excuses. (i.e. family emergency, self harm, etc.) If your child is expelled from Apple Core's Academy he may not return until the following school year..." Nathan is a young rebellious boy that just got caught vaping in the boy's restroom during class at his old public school. His Christian parents furious by his behavior, sentence him to a school called Apple Core's Academy for Disciplining Young Boys. He makes plenty of new friends including his roommate Ian and his other friend Kenny who ever so cunningly sneaks in contraband through the security of the Academy after every break. Apple Core's Academy for Disciplining Young Boys! A novel filled with mystery, thrilling events, a broken heart and a boy who just needs a hug, and some therapy.Terminé
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