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Noel sat on his roof, a cigarette lazily hanging out of his mouth. And his tights ripped. A bottle of vodka held in between his thighs. His dress was barely hanging above his ripped tights. The lazy breeze of the wind scrapped Uranium city. This was Noel’s life, and he would be here forever. He looked across his neighborhood. He looked over to the Rosenberg’s house, thor lights on as they were eating dinner.
He hated how cocky the ocean was, and how perfect her life was. He wished he had that.
He looked over to the Potts’ house, lights turned out but a movie playing in Ricky's room. He sighed, His life wasn't as bad as Ricky’s. But it sucked. No gay boys anywhere, and bully’s everywhere. Just earlier today he had gotten slashed on his arm because he was gay.
Uranium was fun. It was great, actually, if you looked at it you would see a perfect small town, but that's not what the kids saw. Not at all.