Bet your Bottom
Alexander, Sawny to his friends, Fraser sighed as he looked at the house he was moving to. His parents had died a few months ago, and his elder brother had adopted him to keep him from foster care. He climbed out of the taxi, as his brother was at work, and paid the driver. He hoisted his duffle bag and suitcase from the trunk and headed up the stairs to the porch.
He sat his bags down, and lifted the rug, as his brother had told him, to grab the key. Once inside, and threw his luggage on the floor, and huffed, already bored of this place.
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