Now I have a really shitty life. I grew up in a poor, large family in which I had five brothers, two of which were complete idiots (once, while taking exams at school they took out some firecrackers, and began to ignite them right in the classroom), and one was a perfectionist, obsessed with rules and career growth (by the way he made something of himself.) I also have one sister. Since our family was very poor, I always wore hand-me-downs other rags and almost never got any pocket money.
My parents - now that's another story. My father works for the government and is basically paid pennies. He sometimes brings random junk home from work, and then shows it off to us, sincerely admiring some shit like a cassette player he found. By the way, did I mention that i'm studying in a boarding school? Well now I did, I am studying in a boarding school. Oddly enough, I have a few friends there, though I must admit that they can hardly be called perfectly normal, you know, just like my family...
I have two best friends. A girl, who is a complete bookworm (you know the type). She tries way to hard to be the best in classes. She can spend her entire evenings sitting in the library reading books, but she has nothing on my second friend who is just... damn.. just hear me out.
He is something like the school celebrity, you know... the captain of a sports team, greets the principle practically shaking hands with him and is constantly in the spotlight. The worst thing about him is that he's dating my younger sister!! He once got in some serious trouble and was even tried for some shit. The worst thing is that we were constantly chased by some noseless (syphilis probably) maniac who wants to kill my friend, he tried it before when my friend was a baby. I think his name was Tom Riddle, or some shit like that ...
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