My town #2

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I live is a small town that you could really call a village. I have a house right by the beach but it isn't what you would imagine:crumbling paint from the outside greets you and then squeaky doors inside alert you.The best part of living here by the beach is that I can just walk away from my house, away from my school work and away from Sarah Miller( me).My town is quiet,which is good but everyone knows everything about you, for example I have a neighbour called Josh, he's cute but he his mum had to go to a mental institution so everyone at school his friend, my friends, anyone could have known. Eventually Josh lost his mates,reputation even his dad couldn't stand the sight of him.

Finally school!
9am *beep beep, beep beep*
I hop out of bed (well,wait half an hour) then go up the basement stairs to the kitchen, snack on apples. Ed, still fast asleep on the sofa with a beer bottle in his hand. I launch myself over to my bag and leap out the battered door frame.
As you can guess I'm late to school: Ed can not remember and doesn't have the cash for an alarm clock.I keep to myself not that anyone at school would notice.
My only friends are called Cara and Dom.

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