The Wild Youth
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- Chapitres 2
En cours d'écriture10m
Dernière publication sam., déc. 24, 2011
My whole family, the people I hated at times where murdered when I was thirteen. I became cold hearted person to anyone I had no connection to, the only people who got to my heart where fawn and alex but we call him bob.
I started drinking and doing drugs that year but the only thing I regret was losing my virginity to a guy who I have no recollection of at all. I carried on with that life style every weekend. I graduated high school 15 with some of the highest scores and I have a degree in mechanics, my father always said his dream job was to fix up old cars and make them new again, I guess Im doing that for him. I’ve got money I won’t deny that, I’ve got the big house, the cars, the paintings, the computers, phones, ipods, boats I have everything ii ever wanted, I have people that I love and love me back, I have the enemies *cough* Taylor Haring *cough*, I wish that orange fake blonde would die but oh well.
But this is not a story about the high life I have its about the mistake my parents made when I was little, even though there gone I have to do this there is no way out of it.
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