Stranger Than Strange
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Being an orphan and living in an abandoned building has its perks. Like… Okay, I’ve got nothing. I’m sixteen, and I live on my own for now. I have a part time job, and I’m planning to go back to school. Oh, and I’m crazy. I have this voice inside my head. It’s not a nice voice, it’s just plain E.V.I.L. When I was 14 I killed a man. He was my father. Why? Well 14 years of abuse and watching him murder your mother will make you do anything to get revenge. My parents had no one, so no one really missed them, apart from me, no relatives. Well, that I knew about. I had to move schools, so I faked my parents’ death as a suicide and moved on. I was put up for adoption by the cops, and was adopted by my 15th birthday. As I turned sixteen I wanted to run away. So, I’m going to. Why? I told you I was crazy. Well, that and I wanted to live on my own. Okay, maybe not completely alone, but not with parental figures. I wanted to live with my friend Sebastian. But one problem. He lived in New York. I lived in Washington. Very, very far away...
I AM GOING TO USE THE SAME 'CHARACTERS' FROM MY OTHER STORY. I'M TOO LAZY.
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