No matter how much I try to prevent my stuff from breaking….
My brothers are there to mess it all up.
And when im gone
I come back and somethings missing
My brothers try to tell me they dont know where its at.
but…….(Yeah Right)
Im not stupid as they think I am
but….No matter how much I try… it doesn’t happen
Beau Allen and he’s fourteen years old. Also he has wanted to be a professional skateboarder since sixth grade. Also his birth day is August the fourteenth. And if he don’t proceed in being a professional skateboarder. he wants to be a person that works at crime scenes.
Early in the morning rise into the street
get me my skateboard and I’ll stuff shoes
on my feet
My body still tired legs still weak do a couple
tricks run inside get ready fix my hair through the
hall is sleeping parents and child
Run back out wait about five minutes then it happens
the bus comes, I get on and set with my friends, then
I get off the bus, go in the school, wait thirty minutes
DING!! That’s the bell, upstairs in the hall way it sets
my class room, the room where I’m at now
It pushes me away from my friends when they do drugs and do illegal things. All the time getting in trouble. But the thing is I know when they do it and when they do it. What they do is actually killing me to know that my friends do that kind of stuff. I( really don’t need my friends doing that. Also I hope they know that it’s not cool to me. Also it’s that I cant stop them from doing it. It’s there body that there killing not mine. And the stupid thing is…..they try to hide the smell with cologne. But I hope the know that it just makes it worse.
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