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Time: Chapters 1-2 (Revised)

Date: 10/19/2014, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: OzOlvera, Rating: 84.2, Source: sexstories.com

happy." 9. "I'm relived to hear that, Oz. If you ever need help. Let me know. You're a smart kid and a fun student." He smiles and motions me out. I nod and offer a small half-smile before departing the classroom. The halls are empty. Everyone is already in their next class. The lockers in this school are standard. Green combo style metal cells. I walk to my locker and put in my combination. 14-37-60. It clanks and I open it and shove my book bag inside before grabbing my failure and closing the green beast. 10. My car is an old yellow Camaro. Dad's gift when I turned 16. I love it. I know everyone else calls their yellow Camaros Bumblebee, but my girl Annie never lets me down. I named her Annie after my favorite character from one of my favorite video games. League of Legends. I'm not too good at the game but it's really fun and I enjoy playing with people from all around the U.S. She rumbles to life and I grin. 0-100 in seconds. The best part of dad's gift is her engine. I'm a speedster. I can't help it. The power it draws my foot down harder and harder until my breaks scream when I hit a red light. 11. Traffic is great and I make it home in 10 minutes. The song Get Out Alive by Three Days Grace comes on just as I park on the street. Coincedence? I think not. I sigh, get out and clutch my exam close to my chest as I close the driver door and mentally prepare for this. I know he got the call. He ALWAYS gets the call. I walk up to the door and it opens before I take out my ... house key. My grandfather, Marco Olvera is standing there. He smiles, he fucking smiles and ushers me in. I hold my head down and walk in. I hear the door close and I turn around and it begins. 12. "God damn it Oz! How are you having this much trouble in History? Your father has his doctorate in Historical Studies. Your mother teaches History. Maybe you need to go to her school, yes? Give me the paper." He commands. I hand it to him and he sighs. "Come with me." He says, before turning and walking towards our basement door. 13. "Yes, grandfather." I mumble as I follow him. My feet dragging and feeling heavier with each step. He opens the door and walks down the 6 stairs into our finished basement. Oh, I forgot to mention. Our house is fucking huge. So fucking huge. My grandfather is rich as shit and no one knows what he does. We walk over to the big red couch and sit down. A cup of coffee is already sitting on the coffee table, steaming. I pick it up and sip. Ugh, black. He begins to speak. "Oz, I am a correctional officer." He says before sipping his own coffee. I bet his isn't black. 14. "A correctional officer? Gramps I'm pretty sure they don't make enough money to fund this huge ass house. I've wanted to know what you do forever. What do you really do? It has to be something with History, you know so much. More than dad." My voice lowers as I mention my dad. It's been 3 years and I haven't seen him. 15. "No, Oz. I don't work in prisons. I correct time." He takes another ...