Avin sighed, as he recollected his thoughts he knew that it was no longer fiction that it was reality that his parents has kicked him and his sister out; he tried to take this into not but the bitter cold kept his mind on the present in which he did not want to be " sis...its going to be ok.....i promise you" he said this lying to make her feel better, but he felt that she most likely knew it was not.
He chuckled at how stupid it was, telling her it was alright as his fingers and toes froze. how could it be that stupidity could be funny at the most dire moments in ones life " you know sis, i will always protect you....no matter what, right!" i told and half asked her, i knew this to be true for i had saved her by pushing her out of the way of a car only two years ago breaking my left leg and collarbone, it had hurt like shit but the feeling of joy and success had filled me back then knowing i had done my job properly.
This thought passed me as i brought us to the doorsteps of the apartment in which we would ask to stay, it was owned by my bud Edward johnsin, a son of a bitch but as well as a lawyer, knowing he could lie quite well made me antsy but this matter of fact had to be ignored. but as he came to the door a big depressed look was on his face, and throught the next five minutes he told us we could not stay; as he closed the door i walked onto the side walk anger bubbling up inside me " GOD DAMNIT, why, WHY" i yell out to to the world frustrated unable to think clearly, the only thing i had left was my sister
He chuckled at how stupid it was, telling her it was alright as his fingers and toes froze. how could it be that stupidity could be funny at the most dire moments in ones life " you know sis, i will always protect you....no matter what, right!" i told and half asked her, i knew this to be true for i had saved her by pushing her out of the way of a car only two years ago breaking my left leg and collarbone, it had hurt like shit but the feeling of joy and success had filled me back then knowing i had done my job properly.
This thought passed me as i brought us to the doorsteps of the apartment in which we would ask to stay, it was owned by my bud Edward johnsin, a son of a bitch but as well as a lawyer, knowing he could lie quite well made me antsy but this matter of fact had to be ignored. but as he came to the door a big depressed look was on his face, and throught the next five minutes he told us we could not stay; as he closed the door i walked onto the side walk anger bubbling up inside me " GOD DAMNIT, why, WHY" i yell out to to the world frustrated unable to think clearly, the only thing i had left was my sister