john b and his twin sister, on an adventure to find their father who went missing to have a good time all the time, turns into a treasure hunt. one twin falls for the twins best friend. certain rules get in the way of the couples relationship. will...
"you know that saying where the baby is always stronger than the parent"
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there's a moment in every kids life when you feel like anythings possible. when you feel like you've got the total mojo. you could, i dont know, free-climb el capitan, land on mars, or, uh... get elected president. the whole worlds there for the taking if you've got the sack to go for it. and then, when you least expect it, some kook shows up and tells you theres no eternal mystery. and then all that talk about free-climbing and mars and the president... bullshit. magic gets cancer and dies.
John B sighed, "It's not there. Look, just-- pull the drone up. Shit."
"Look, we can do another pass, recharge the battery," Pope explained to John B. I walked out to him and gave him a hug from behind. "We can-- we can go back down."
"We've been through it three times. There's nothing there," JJ yelled from the inside.
"Shut up!"
"What? It's true!"
"The gold could be burried. We don't know," Kie explained to him annoyed.
"If it was there, it would've been found on the metal detector, okay?" John B told Kie. "Somebody beat us to it."
"Or it was never there," I heard JJ say to himself.
John B pulled his hood over his head, annoyed, confused. That I don't know, all I know is that this was not the perfect summer I had expected.
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Me and John B drove the boat back to the dock at our house, and tied it off.
We walked inside the house, all I wanted to do was go to sleep.
"Hey, kids."
Me and John B stopped and looked to the social worker sitting on our couch.
"You know, Cheryl, it's kind of a bad time for a check-in," John B told her taking his backpack off and sitting it on a table.
"Not a check-in. We're here to take you," she explained to us.
"Today? Really?" John B asked annoyed.
"It's just for a few weeks until your hearing," Cheryl continued to tell us.
"No, no, no. Cheryl, look, we're not going into foster care, okay?" John B told her slamming his hand down on the table. "We're not gonna ge be apart of your little system."
