Smoking. It's like sipping from a straw but in this case your sipping in smoke. Instead of swallowing the drinking I let out a big cloud of smoke if you try to swallow the smoke you start to cough, at least I do. I always sit at the back of the school on the big green trash can. My brother Garoth the middle child in our family sits on a smaller trashcan a metal one. My other younger brother Kamryn sits on the ground reading a book about refugees, they are fleeing Nazis in one story Cuba in another and Syrian war in the last one he is my final sibling. I am the oldest Owen. My parents are terrible.... well my mom is okay but my dad is abusive so I sit in the back of the school after a long night of muffled scream and take in a deep sip of my smoke flavored milkshake to drown out all the memories. My brother won't smoke and I told them not too it bad for them.... it's bad for me too but smoking is like cutting your arms you just can't stop.
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Owens Story
Teen FictionMost boys are in sports and have a girlfriend but Owen is different he sees that boys like that are pretty stereo typical and his does things no one else would ever think of. Read to find out what he does in his sort of journal entry's
