Double Trouble
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Last published Fri, Oct 11, 2013
Hey, my name is Ryder Mendez. I'm seventeen years old. My life has never been normal. I got kicked out of school when I was 15. My mum is an alcoholic. My dad ditched us for another woman. My mum kicked me out of our flat because she couldn't cope with me. After that, I met a couple of mates that introduce me to the life I live today. Which is filled with drugs, alcohol, and trouble.. *Sneak Peek* The fact that it was past 11 o'clock at night and we were in the woods didn't help me with my escape. Also, being the clumsy person that I am I tripped over a fallen branch. I tried to get up but my foot was stuck. "Shit." I murmured under my breathe. The feeling of a large hand on my forearm startled me. The figure hoisted me up to my feet. I could only see his silhouette due to the darkness that engulfed us. "Run." His husky voice whispered. "They are close."
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