User talk:AlexTragedy

Alex Tragedy.
it all began one summer morning. the birds were chirping and the houses across the street were being built. I had just woke up and saw that it was 9:30. "Alex! wake up! it's 9:30, I gave you an extra hour to sleep. gett ready, pack your shit and get the fuck out" my stepfather said. I got out of bed. got dressed and thought about where the hell I was going to go. I went up on to my computer to see if anyone wanted to chill, but no one was awake. He gave me till 10:30 to get the fuck out. So I chill 10:30 and I take my leave. I figure that this guy just want to leave, after all he's going to his cottage and his wife, my mom, is up there waiting for him. I leave a couple windows open, evne though they told me not to come back to the house and to find somewhere else to sleep. I go outside. It's a little cold but i have my sweater. I take a bike and ride around for an hour. I was really tired and I don't remember anything from that bike ride other than checking the time. When I checked the time it was 11:40. I'd been riding for just over an hour. so i rode home to see if he was there. That fucker was still there, even though he stressed to me how much he just wanted me to leave so he could leave. Whatever, Silvio's probobly home. Silvio was my best friend. We had known each other for just a little over 4 years. We had the same family issues. Parents were split up, and the parents we were living with were fucking assholes. So i leave and I ride to his house. He lived on the same road as me, but a mile or two away. I get to his house. he lives in an apartment so I go into the lobbie and punch in the nummbers. 1-0-8-5. it rings. no one answers. i push it again. 1-0-8-5. again no answer. i figure he's just sleeping heavily. i go sit outside and think about what i'm gonna do or where i'm gonna go. Stoops. well his name was Alexi Stupins, one of my bigger Russian friends. no i can't go to his house, it's almost 12:30 and he told me to be at his house for 5. I ride back home to see if my stepfather has left. i get there, but i don't get my hopes too high. he's not there and i get somewhat exited. i go to the back where I had left two windows open. He was two steps ahead of me. they were both locked. I go into the garage. maybe the dumb fuck left it unlocked. nope. but i see that he left me $23 and an orange juice. this is good. now i have some money and i have no need to break into my house anymore. i ride the bike down to the community center near my school. St. Joan of Arc.