Ever feel like you’re surrounded by idiots? I do, all the
time. It’s as if people are programmed
to only notice the obvious; as if there was some law against looking ahead of
what’s in front of you. I’m the type of
guy that will always ask questions, search for answers and I’ll never judge a
book by its cover. There’s a lot more to
people that you think.
My name is Roger and I’m 18 years old. I’ve been on my own since I was 12. My
parents died in an attempt to save my life. How does a 12 year old kid survive
this cruel world alone? Let’s just say I have my secrets. I also have my guilt, but I won’t get into
that now. I’ll, hopefully, get the
chance to redeem myself.
What else can I say? I have a girlfriend named Rose. The
most innocent girl you can find; she’s practically all I have. She and her sisters, Talia and Zoriah, were
adopted by the Brooks. They seem to be
good people. I just hope they never get
their hands on me. Why? You ask; well let’s just say, I don’t have black hair
and green eyes.
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