"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky".-Rabindranath Tagore

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        The music was blasting through out the red house on 23rd street as the six foot giant danced around as he got ready for school.

        After an hour of preparing he was final done with a fresh outfit that consisted of a red HBA sweatshirt, Some black skinny jeans and some gold high top kicks with a black snap back placed perfectly on his honey brown hair. 

"Fresh to death" he said as he looked into the mirror 

But as he was placing the finishing touches his loud fathers voice boomed trough the house once again.

"Kris get down here now! I'm leaving!" 

Kris rolled his eyes and grabbed his backpack and he was off.