Evadrin

I was never a happy child. My parents were strict to the highest degree, running my life from the background. They controlled what classes I took, what friends I had, what sports I played. They made me go to bed by 8:00 every night even through high school. It was terrifying. It only got worse when I found out I was gay. It all started in the 11th grade. I hadn’t had many opportunities to explore my sexuality. My parents always made me date girls my age and who seemed likely to be successful. I just went along because guys date girls right? It wasn’t until one day when I was accidentally late leaving gym locker room; I was packin

 First of all I would like to say, Jeezus that was some horrid writers block. I went back on tonight and read my other two entries and sat there thinking. "Holy shit did I actually write these?" I'm now pretty damned proud and also wondering how I managed anything that good. anyways on to the next chapter. I have ideas down about how to continue on for a ways so hopefully there shouldn't be such a large break between chapters for a little bit. Blah blah blah enjoy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------        No alarms this time. No, it’s been five days since Zane left me standing t

 Here I am again, alarms going off, monkey robot splattered across the walls. Only this time I’m in Paris, and I’ve got a few guards tied up in front of me. Using the language translator on my belt I make it so they can understand me as I understand them. I’m in the middle of telling them that they will be fine as long as they don’t put up a fight when my cell phone goes off. I know it’s not professional to take your phone with you during a robbery but it’s been a week since my date with Zane and he still hasn’t called me. I excuse myself and turn around, pulling out my phone and quickly answering it.

        Alarms blare, red lights are flashing and metal gates are falling over all the doors and windows.        “God Damnit! Who set off the alarm?!” I yell as I exit the vault. This is happening all too frequently now. I may make robots for a living but even now I can’t get them to understand that setting off alarms when robbing banks is not a good thing. I turn around to see a couple of the little bots dancing around, I stop for a second and admire my genius; the little things are about three feet tall, shaped like monkeys, and are painted completely blue. I made them from a synthetic material that is completely bio-deg