Chapter 2

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After jacksons death, i was very emotionally unstable. If someone so much as gave me a dirty look, i would get mad. I thought about ending my life as well, to see him again. But i couldnt do that to my family. So i spent most of my time reading in my tree house about a mile from our house. I read mostly love stories, or dystopian stories. On one particular Wednesday after school, i had read all of my books and needed something to do. I tried to always have something on my mind to keep my from thinking "bad thoughts". Cause after all, what my dad says is true; bad thoughts lead to bad decisions. So i got up, folding the blankets i was laying on, and went exploring. Just in case my parents came to check on me (even though they usually don't) i wrote a note.

Dear m & d
Went for a walk. I'll be back by curfew.
m-lynn

I walked, and walked until soon it became dark. i went to the tree house to grab my backpack and homework and saw my note still laying by the mini fridge. Mhmmmmm, maybe they didnt come. I walked slowly back to the house, after all, backpacks weigh alot. The grey stone top of our house came into view. Thank goodness i was almost home, i hadnt done any of my homework. I was walking through the grass to the back door when i saw my dads car in the front. Thats weird, hes usually gone. I waltzed inside and saw my parents sitting around the table reading. "Marilynn we need to talk" my mom said in a calm voice. "M'kay but make it fast" i replied. "Marilynn, your father and i have been worried about you lately. You're in that tree house everyday, and we dont get to see you at all". What? They get to see me everyday! "Mom, i see you guys everyday. Well, i see YOU everyday." The look on my dads face went blanc. "Marilynn you know that your father has been very busy at work lately. He's providing for us. Be respectful". Is she for real? I follow all the rules why is she complaining? I could be a freaking cocaine addict. "Okay mom im going to sleep". I walked into my room and changed into some pjs.

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