Wolfie y Ghetto
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Thread Topic: Wolfie y Ghetto
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u welcome
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my charrie is 16 soon 17 kk cool
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A ray of sunlight flashed on the face of a sleeping Harriet, since he had forgotten to close his shades. He let out a loud groan and sat up in his bed as he stretched, a sharp pain hitting his back. This is what he got for sleeping in, but who really cares? Saturdays were meant to be days for relaxation, but on saturdays Harriet had to go run a few errands for his father, since the man was far too old to head out by himself. Rubbing his eyes, he rose out of his bed and sulked over to his dresser where the mirror was placed just above it. "My hair is such a mess, it's absolutely disgusting," Harriet muttered to himself as he tried to comb his hair. It appeared to be a nice day outside, since the birds were out and there were children already playing in the park beside his house. A light knock came from his door and his attention snapped that way. His father was standing there in the doorway. "Hey, could you buy some groceries? I would, but in too old," his father laughed, a smile spreading across his face.
[I am so sorry i took so long
my wifi shut off for some reason] -
I'm too old*
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is okay i here now
Emerson clicked away from the page on the brightly lit computer screen. Having stayed up basically the entire night before, his eyes were bloodshot and glazed, but he himself did not feel even the slightesy bit fatigued. He dragged himself away from his desk and stretched, heading to open the jet black curtains that were keeping the sunlight from entering his bedroom. Once he made it there, however, he decided against it. He had that draggy feeling again, the one he had when he first was diagnosed with depression. The night before, he had refused to take his antidepressants, much to his father's upset. Today, however, he was regretting the choice. He felt like complete s---, and his stomach was gurgling in repulsion. He sighed, giving in to his body's demands.
Heading downstairs, he slipped on his moccasins. As he slowly stepped down each step. Once he was where he needed to be, he directed himself into the kitchen, where he grabbed the bottle of antidepressants from the corner of the left counter. The correct dosage was taken and the results were nearly instantly noticed. This wasn't because of the medicine entirely, it was moreso the fact that it had been taken after skipping for the first night in years.
Just then, a man with thinning hair the same color as Emerson's and deep green eyes, strolled into the kitchen. He stared at his son with stony eyes. Emerson rummaged through the cabinets, attempting to find the only thing he would drink or eat after his pills -- hot chocolate. When he was unable to find such drink, he pouted. "Dadddd," he groaned.
"Yes, son?" his father, Kent, replied as he pulled the large jug of orange juice from the refrigerator.
"Will you take me to get hot chocolate?"
"I-"
"You know that's the only thing I'll drink with this, please?"
His father nodded in understanding. "Of course." He grabbed his car keys. "Let's go."
The two males approached the front door, his father slipping on his own moccasins when they reached them. They exited the home, Emerson being sure to lock it, and they went dieectly to his father's bright red Charger.
"Where's Mom?" Emerson asked.
"Business, as usual." All the teen did was nod and enter the vehicle. -
hey man i like your ghettoness
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aye thx mate
btw get wrekt
Harriet frowned as his father called himself old. It bothered him that he enjoyed making fun of himself, as if it didn't mean anything. Perhaps he could learn a lesson or two about not caring about other's opinions. The sunlight soon reflected off of the mirror and blinded Harriet for a bit as his father closed the door. On the dresser was a pair of denim jeans, a white parka, and a golden necklace with a bird charm on it. The necklace was a gift from his sister before she had died, because it was his birthday a few days before. The atmosphere had seemed to get colder as the light darkened a bit which gave Harriet a chill. "I wonder if I'll be of use today and actually get groceries instead of running away," he muttered to himself, sighing softly. There was this girl that worked at the supermarket that was strangely exactly like his sister, which saddened him quite a bit, since he missed her dearly. -
I'll respond when I'm home from my brother's concert
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Aw ye
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aye b----
The pair pulled onto the main road after about five minutes. Emerson held a bit of sweat on his body from denying the air conditioner in the hot weather. A feeling of upset hung in the air. Emerson rose an eyebrow and slowly turned to peer at his father. His eyes were cast blankly at the road, causing his son to sigh. He had not told his father of his ability to sense what he was feeling, and this had always held him back from helping. It wasn't like he had to question that his dad was feeling down, he just knew it. This led to a lack of conversation because since he w as already aware, he felt no need to talk. He linked his hands together, lifting his head to stare out of thw windshield. The clouds were now dark, a tell tale sign of an upcoming storm. The Charger found itself pulling into ShopRite, and Emerson grinned. -
b----es are related to wolves
wolves live in nature
nature is beautiful
so I'm beautiful
thx mate
Harriet threw on his denim jeans and a red skull shirt, then threw his parka on top of it. He grabbed a pair of his old destroyed combat boots, which belonged to his father, but they were still good enough to wear. Harriet dragged himself out of his room and hurried down the stairs so he could get this over with. It was such a dreadful day because his mother and sister weren't there, because they'd always light up a room and make it lively once more. The gust of cool air that came in as Harriet opened the door was rather chilly, which made him quite glad he'd decided to wear his parka.
"Alright," he started, pulling out a pen and piece of paper," I need to get eggs, milk, bread, flour, butter and cheese. Oh, I can't forgot to go pick up father's medication."
He placed the paper back in his pocket and started down the sidewalk. People were staring at him as they passed by, which wasn't strange for him. He was known as Freak, even out of school, so he had quite a reputation. The supermarket soon came into sight, which relieved him. -
oh s---
wow wow wubzy d00d
The two males exited the vehicle, walking towards the large establishment. Emerson's father pointed towards the baskets once they'd come to the front of the store. This prompted the teen to grab one and enter through the automatic door, his father following suit. The inside of the store was chilly and a few senior citizens were trying to find the perfect pack of bananas to purchase. A young child was tampering with the price stickers in front of items that were being kept cold out in the open. The child's mother scolded her and slapped at her wrist, pulling her away from the set of shelves. Emerson felt himself grow disappointed when a feeling of both anger and deep terror entered the room. His breathing hitched, and he knew that he would the only person capable of knowing how the young girl was thinking. He swallowed heavily, turning his head as to avoid the situation. He quickly grabbed a gallon of Skim Milk from the nearest set.
"Stay here, Emerson. I'll grab the hot cocoa," his father offered, strolling off. Not having the desire to be disobedient, he nodded and stayed put. -
hehe
let's have more babies
and bring dark too
threesome
Harriet approached the supermarket, looking up at it and feeling rather small compared to it. He huffed heavily before heading towards one of the sliding doors and entering, a basket in hand. It was far too cold for him, even if he'd loved the cold, it was still just too much. Heading over to the dairy section, Harriet reached for a large gallon of milk, and looked to his side to see someone grabbing a gallon of silk milk. He just shrugged it off, and pulled out his list again. "So I've got the milk, I just need the eggs, flour, butter, bread and cheese," he began to feel slightly dizzy since he hadn't gotten much sleep. He placed a hand on his forehead to prevent himself from feeling even more dizzy, and he felt like someone had shoved a large knife through his stomach. Not wanting to attract attention, Harriet soon stumbled back towards the doors, about to leave. But he knew that his father would be disappointed to see their fridge empty, once again. -
Mmm threesome
Emerson felt uneasiness, and instantly knew that someone in the supermarket was hurt or was about to get hurt. He knew his father had told him to stay where he was, but his body began to stray. His feet guided him in the direction of where the negative energies were flowing. His breathing was slow and shaky as every negative energy flowed to him. That was the worst downfall of all, having to figure out where a certain emotion was originating. His eyes followed the path of where the most unpleasing feeling was flowing. -
wolfgang
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