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Clicking the 'send' he watched the graphics as his email to his father, the fourth in three days, was sped on its way to Florida. He just wished that this time, his dad would answer him. Why wouldn't he answer him anymore? Had he fucked up that bad? Did his dad think he wanted to stay with his mom? He couldn't believe that, every time they had talked, every email they had shared, he begged to be with his dad, not his mom, so he couldn't believe her lies, could he?
He could feel one of his moods coming on which pissed him off. He hated all this thinking shit; besides, he did enough of that in the weird school his lame mother had enrolled him into. Shit, she couldn't have a picked a worse place for him, and all he wanted was to be back in Florida. Hell, at least the gators were more fun than having to try and fit in with a bunch of new kids. If only they had moved here just before football season, least then he could show them who he was; now he just had to suffer until September, and what was worse, he found out that he couldn't practise in gear until then too, some stupid damn conference rule. Shit, how was he to get in shape if he couldn't work out in gear?
Justin flipped his mouse to the chat option and he logged into the chat room. It was supposedly one of those 'teen only' chats but he sure as hell doubted if some of the guys were really teens. There was this one that kept haunting him too; but hell, it was kind of fun to tease him, like as if he'd ever really meet someone from online. His dad had warned him; but then, it wasn't like he was making any friends at school.
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