I can solemnly swear, that I am up to no good.
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I got released from jail approximately six months ago, and I'm currently a happy bunny in this lovely home.
This home now being my 13th home.
I should consider calling it a hote...
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Jake above X
School starts again.
Lovely fucking jubly.
Triple Threat were driving me to school today, because Amelie had an appointment and Kim didn't have any classes today.
Slipping into the front seat, claiming shotgun, I scrolled through the texts I had recieved from Kieron.
Kieron: How's my girl doing?
Don't air me.
I'm waiting. You desd?
*dead?
The guys were taking forever to get ready, so now, I was simply seated in the passenger seat drumming my fingers against my lap.
Might as well call Kieron.
Clicking on his contact name, Koala, I waited patiently as my phone started the annoyingly loud rings.
Just as I was about to hang up, Kieron replied.
"Hey Koala."
"Hey Jelly-Bear. What's up?"
Punch.
"The sky. Weird question, if you ask me." I grinned, balancing the phone between my shoulder and ear.
"That's getting so old, don't do that." He chuckled slightly, his voice drifting further away at times.
Punch.
"Whatever. Anyways, what was the meaning of the numerous texts?" I asked, fumbling through my rucksack for chewing gum.
"Just curious on how your life is at PU?" He was breathing heavily as he said this.
"Penbrooke's cool, I'm staying with these three idiots who literally own the school. They go by, Triple Threat. It's kinda unbelievable, that they're so feared. I mean-"
Punch.
"Wait, Triple Threat?" Suddenly the thrusts, mostly likely towards a punching bag stopped.
