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Started with the Bullies (Jack Johnson)

Started with the Bullies (Jack Johnson)

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My name is Summer Winters.....I know right what was my parents thinking but I am actually named after my great grandmother I love my name. I live in Sacramento California with my brothers because my parents died a year ago. I am 19 and I have 3 older brothers also 19. Their names are Nick,Max,and Zay.We are all quadruplets and We all live in the same Condo with about 20 to 30 rooms and We have about 10 cars each in our garage in our Condo. Our life was perfect. But little did I know it would become more and more complicated.
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He had rules for a reason, or thats what he said. I did something wrong I got punished. I spoke out of turn, I got punished. I looked at him or ate without permission, I got punished. Haven thats what they named me funny isn't it? Ironic really. They named me Haven because my mom would say I was her 'Safe Haven'. What a pile of shit that was. She left willingly, she didn't depart because of some tragic accident. My father didn't kill her. She left because she was a coward who didn't want kids. As soon as my older brother went to college she left. I knew she hated me. I was the product of her love with another man. A constant reminder that her life didn't work out the way it was planned. He who ever he was is a phantom in its own. A deep rooted fantasy never going to come true. My brother left, my mother left, my grandma ignored, and my father broke. They let me give up hope on escaping and then decided to play hero. But I haven't forgotten everything I went through. Guilt consumes my brother but I don't care, you don't get to leave and then buy a reprieve of trying to save someone who has been dead for years. Besides lets just be honest I reached my breaking point long ago.

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