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Life's Nothing But a Chance

Novel By: Lady Karma
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This is 'Looking for answers' from Brandon's POV... Enjoy :) View table of contents...


Chapters:

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Submitted:May 9, 2010    Reads: 55    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Chapter One

I sped down the roads, coming up to my house.

It was about 3:30 in the morning, andI knew for a fact I was in some majour shit.

But my parents were stupid anyway. What did Icare?

I turned my car off, and the blaring music died with it.

I could see from my car that the kitchen light was still on, which meant my parents were waiting for me.

Not caring what they said, I was almost whistling as Iunlocked the front door, and they're scowling faces greetedme.

"Hey Mom, Dad, what are you two doing up?" I asked, using heavy sarcasim.

"Where were you?"my Dad asked.

"Probably out impregnating young girls...." my Mom muttered.

"Now hon, there's no reason to infer he was out... Impregnating young girls," he said. He turned to me. "But I can smell the booze way over here," he said, making a face.

I rolled my eyes. My parents were stuck up. To the extreme. We payed rent for a medium sized house, but they acted like they were the richest bastards in the world.

"You're right, Dad. I was out drinking, and before that street racing, and before thatI was getting hot and heavy with a couple of blondes," I said.

Man was I in for it now. My Mom's lips went white from her pursing them in anger, and my Dad's face was going red.

"Brandon, you are no longer welcome in this house. We want nothing to do with you. You will not show your facein this neighborhood, and you will not call for money or for us to bail you out of prison. We'll be calling the school on Monday to let them know your not under our care any longer. You're expected to be out of this house by Sunday," my Dad told me.

I blinked, but other wise had no reaction. Sure we didn't like eachother, but this seemed a little bit... Extreme. After all the only thing they cared about was the neighbors' opinions.

"Alright," I said, covering my shock, "whatever you guys say," I told them. Imade my way to my room, kicking my shoes off while I pulled my shirt off.

I tossed them in the corner, and lied down.

I didn't know who I could bunk with. Maybe I could pay half rent withone of my friends. I didn't even have to give answers for each one. I just knew which one was for the better.

Jordan? No.

Horatio? No.

Victor? I don't think so.

All my other friends... Well eitherI didn't want to get involved what they were involved in, or they were to tied up.

But then I remembered Tyler, I knew he had a house and was tight for cash.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and dialed his number.

He picked up after a few rings, and sounded like shit.

"Hey man, you'll never guess what just happened to me," Isaid.

"You got jailed again," Tyler said, yawning.

"You wish. Nah my parents kicked me out. I was wondering if I could store my stuff and live at your place for a bit, just 'till I find something permenant," I explained.

"Oh, yeah sure man. Not a problem," Tyler said.

"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow," I told him.

"Yeah... Yeah sure.... Bye," he said.

"Bye," I was about to hang up, when Tyler said something else.

"And Brandon, don't ever call me this early in the morning again unless it's an emergency," he complained.

"Well I'm homeless. I thought it was an emergency," I argued. I was half joking, but I was serious at the same time.

"Yeah, I guess being homeless is an emergency. But whatever. I'm hanging up before I pass out," and without another goodbye hung up on me.

I grinned. That was Tyler. I could count on him for anything.

He and I went way back, all the way back to fifth grade. I laughed, remembering the day we met.

We were both in detention, both for the same amount of time. Two weeks. We got bored, and started talking. Soon after we realized we had a lot similarities.

For example; We liked making trouble. We both got detention a fair amount, we both we're known for causing shit, and we both had already broken the law.

Even if it wasn't recognized by the cops or we were caught. We even came from fucked up houses.

I wanted to roll onto my side, but my side was still sore from last week's fight.

And with that final thought of wanting to turn over, I fell asleep, not realizing come this Sunday Iwould not be sleeping in this house again.





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