Well, I think to myself as I study my look for the day in the mirror. This will do I guess. I grab my bag and sling it onto my arm. Today is my 5th first day at high school so nothing new to me anymore. Same sh*t different school no doubt, snotty popular girls, ass hat jocks, and everything in between.I leave the house locking the front door behind me, not bothering to tell my mum I'm leaving, It's not like she would care anyway. My parents are the reason we move around so much, my dad runs into trouble everywhere he goes and my mum just goes along with it all picking up whatever job she can along the way. Dad likes to call himself a writer, he sits in the pub all day drinking because apparently, it inspires him. Jonathan Cardle? Nope didn't think you would have heard of him considering he's never actually published a story.When he's not holding up the bar, or 'writing' he helps pull pints to earn enough to pay the rent, though that usually just goes back into the pub, the baili
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