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Sam did not go back home for two hours. Instead, he leaped and bounded through Orenburg on silent feet, reaching the limits of the stratosphere so he could inspect the entire town. It was a large place for a town, but he could easily tell from the prosperous areas to the shanty corners. It was a divided town, so it seemed. He breathed in the night air and his afro swayed wildly as he glided forward. The boy realized as long as he used his powers regularly, he could enjoy life ache-free.
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“Alright!” Jason shouted over the music, his deep voice carrying through the living room. “Gather around ladies and gentlemen! It’s time to start the annual boxing initiation!” That’s when everybody began to move. Several members of the boxing team strode into the crowd, each appearing to be in search of someone. Sam knew who they were looking for. They were quite easy to spot throughout the throng. “Sammy boy!” Jason called over to him. “Get your ass over here! You tried out, didn’t ya?
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Sam awoke to the bathroom door shutting. He heard someone – most likely Owen – curse as they stumbled about. The young boy rubbed at his eyes, but laid still as he watched the sliver of yellow light illuminate under the door. “Yo! Hey, man!” He heard Owen’s deep, husky voice, muffled by the wooden barrier, but still clear to Sam’s ears. “Yeah! Yeah! Everything’s…” there was a two-second pause before he spoke again, “everything’s good on this end.” A longer gap of silence. It was beco
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That night, the Willis’, including Sam, gathered around the dinner table for the daily evening feast. Well, in reality, it was their first family dinner in a while. Owen attempted to get out of the awkward situation earlier, quietly arguing with his mom, but she had already put her foot down, an unusual thing for the free-spirited boy. Now, Sam and Owen reluctantly sat next to each other while the latter’s parents settled on the other side. “So,” Teresa spoke up after about twenty minutes of
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The next day, Teresa and Sam walked into Orenburg High, intent on finishing Sam’s enrollment. Owen had driven off earlier. Sam suspected the older boy did not want to be seen with him out of shame or embarrassment. He was starting to get annoyed with his adoptive brother. By the time the two got there, the hallways were empty, classes having begun. The principal’s office was located on the second floor of four and probably the largest in the corridor. Sam noticed Teresa’s shoulders tense. Wa
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And so, Sam trailed behind Owen, a dog following its owner towards their destination. That happened to be the latter’s room, which was down two adjacent hallways and the last door in the second. During the trip, Owen turned back to look at the brown-skinned boy at his heels. Sam was definitely a shy individual, his head down and eyes glued to the carpet floor. The blonde sincerely hoped he wasn’t dealing with one of those “silent but deadly” types. The type to be into strange cartoons, hating al
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The first thing he noticed in the massive living room was the luxurious furniture. It had been a long time since he had stood in the room of the wealthy. Back in his day, so to speak, affluence was a red herring. However, that was over and done with now. He didn’t have to deal with monsters, bloodshed, or anything war-related anymore. He was free, wasn’t he? “Sam?” The boy felt a soft hand gently rest itself upon his shoulder. A short female well past the age of forty stood befor
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I'll withhold any info for now, but you'll found out almost immediately next chapter. 😉
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I'm glad you're enjoying it so far. And yes, his dad's a cop, but it's Owen who owns the Ferrari. His dad usually uses his own cop car to get around.
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Thank you. Hope you enjoy the rest.
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Owen Willis quietly snuck out of his second period class and through the empty hallways of Orenburg High. Not that he had to. He was well-liked, a respected name around town, so he could pretty much get away with anything. The junior needlessly laid himself flat against lockers and doors, pretending as if he was sneaking into a high-security corridor. He got a good laugh out of his own antics. His destination was the janitor’s closet – the ultimate hiding spot for adolescent, carnal endeavor
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Sand. Just an endless stretch of sand. Beds of gray grains made up the wide expanse before him. Above it all was the sun, or rather, a sun. A sun that dwelled among the skies and never gave way for any nighttime satellites. The eternal, late evening orange was a beautiful sight. A welcoming sight even, considering the bleak events prior. The run-down bunker behind him, from which he had emerged, was the only thing for miles. Light years. And him? His body, for the past four h
