I am standing on the edge of a roof, looking down at the people it's raining. I chuckle lightly, they look like ants from up here. I scoot my foot a little closer to the edge. I take a deep breath, but I'm stopped by a voice. I turn to see who it is
Intro average height, dark hair, dark grey eyes, moody teen. 17 years old. has trauma; doesn't like tight spaces, his mother, or taking orders. swears. works at a garage. from the Wattpad story 'Fly High'
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