6/1/2023 0 Comments Fallen crest home![]() ![]() He knew I was leaving for my friend’s house. I yelled after him, I don’t have time for this. He could’ve hidden the book anywhere, but he wouldn’t tell me and he would laugh when I pretended to look for it. It wasn’t a home and it was too big to be called a mansion. I didn’t have the hour it would take to get the book back from him. My brother was so hilarious, so hilarious that he’d be crying from laughing so hard when I would pound him for taking it. Like now, as I looked for my textbook, I already knew it was gone. My little brother, Logan’s, was doing everything possible to get attention from me. Her other skill was drinking to help her keep pretending. My mom was good at pretending no one knew her husband was cheating. My dad was good at making money and sleeping with women. ![]() Each person in my family had their own set of skills. That, and football, were the two things I excelled at. With all their comments and with every share, I wanted to write more. I dedicate this to all my readers who read all the bonus scenes on my author page. The characters and story lines are created by the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, or any events or occurrences, is purely coincidental. ![]() No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written permission of the author, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes only. ![]()
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