Of Jems and Jewels

 On the first page of our story , Jem would have wanted me to write about David's cars, Summer's design and J.P's dreams. Jem would have wanted me to write about anything but us.
      Thats just the kind of guy Jem was. But what Jem would have wanted me to write about doesn't matter anymore because Jem isn't writting this i am. And in all honesty, i don't know why. Boredom? Anger? I don't know why. Maybe the part of Jem in me is alive again. Doing things for no reason exactly just doing them.Maybe the only way he can prove hes still in me is to make me write about us.

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   "I'm just a poorboy nobody loves me"

  I first laid my eyes on Jem on a very calm Sunday. I remember it being a Sunday because i had to drop the boys at church then leave for work.The only reason i take them to church is because it makes them happy, which really surprised me. When i was younger and mom was trying Christianity and forced me to got church i hated it but not these boys, they went voluntarily.

   After dropping them i had to get to the nearest train station to get to work.That morning for some reason, still unknown to me,my car wouldn't start so i had to take the boys to church by bus.But on my way over i couldn't get the bus so i decided to use the train. U was cranky as usual.The clouds were beginning to