The Pot

The Pot

RaggedyAnnsSuicide

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Parts 8

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Last published Thu, Jan 7, 2016

An average boy. Short brown hair, green eyes. About 5'10, give or take an inch Sixteen, turning seventeen in June A normal name Drew The golden, perfect child. Straight A's since fourth grade. Went out for every sport I could think of Football, soccer, tennis, basketball You name it, I'm the best at it Lived in Los Angeles, California Not a place you would expect to find a kid like me Lives with my mother, father, and two brothers. Andrew and Bryce Andrew was twelve Can't expect much from him. Bryce was his twin, his fraternal twin Nothing alike in the slightest Bryce never ceased to live properly. Always running around with the wrong crowd Lost his virginity at thirteen. Drugs were Bryce's hobby. Pot, glass, crank, you name it He's the best at it all. Yet after all these years The blank minded parents never knew Just another kid going through a phase, they would say Too brainwashed to see what was actually going on Andrew and I were the ones they cared about And in the end Andrew will be the only one noticed

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