CHAPTER FOURTEEN
**Kieran Morrison**
I sat alone in the classroom with my cousin Vince, who was typing furiously on his cellphone. As usual, he was quiet, probably planning his next business deal. We behaved so similarly—maybe that was the reason we got along pretty well.
Only a few people knew we were actually blood related.
I took a long drag of my cigarette. This would be my third one in just an hour. I didn't give a shit. I had a good reason to, and this was one of the few ways I knew to let it out.
Bad news was my parents finally returned back from their business trip. They seemed to finally remember that they had a son, because I had almost forgotten that I even had parents.
My mood got even more depressed with each passing second the more I thought about it. I crushed out the finished cigarette with a stomp of my boot and began to reach for another when it was snatched out of my hands.
