I thought I would givewriting another try.??????????? Thisstory is a concept design. I wanted to express a specific idea so most of thestory pushes to...ards the fictional side of life. Let me know what you think ofit. ??????????? This allstarted a few days ago during a very long night of drinking with my boyfriend.The problem is that I am a very competitive person who gets a little randy whenI get drunk. We began arguing about who was the biggest chicken when it came tosex. I stubbornly. By the age of fourteen Id rarely attend school and would spend most of the day with mum and her boyfriends. At fifteen I had left school and was spending most of my day sleeping, snorting or fucking. I wasnt injecting gear into my veins much but still did. When I did it was late at night but on rare occasions. But mum would gleefully inject at any chance she could. While mum was more interested in meth than sex, I on the other hand was more interested in sex and coke then meth. Once she did her. Jill went to sit with her cousins and nieces. I noticed that Melany was there, but there was no sign of Calisa.Uncle Thad saw me standing in the doorway and waved me over to an empty chair next to him, where he sat at the head of the table. Many of those there were nearly finished their breakfasts when I sat down.“You’re not too late, Max,” he said around a mouth full of ham and eggs. A young girl brought me a large plate with ham, eggs, and toast on it. The toast was from homemade bread sliced. Any child was conceived a free Mars citizen. That's right; they're a citizen from the second of conception endowed with every right and privilege of a free Mars citizen! Believe me, we take it seriously here. We don't have much child abuse here and never a repeat offender; they're lucky to even make it to the airlock alive to take the walk. Mars-gov frowns on it, especially if you leave a trail of blood on the way to the lock, but I've never heard of anyone even being given a ticket for.