Chapter 3

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I sat away typing at my computer, on YouTube of course. Then I got a text from Luke

Luke: Hey what are u wearing today?

Me: black crop top, high waisted pants, folded down combat boots and I flowy cardigan. Y?

Luke: bc I wanna take a picture with the prettiest girl in school

Me: aw thx I'll be at school soon

Luke: k, meet me by the library :*

I blushed and ran out the door, stealing a nutella to go thing and grabbing my headphones. I plugged them in, and put on my favorite song, View from Hollywood, by Kyle.
Tell me why I fails no test, never been to church but I feel so blessed. N*ggas tell me no but I feel so yes. Told em n*gga I don't need, I don't need your stress, imma do me I don't need your steps..." man I love this guy.

I made it to school early, took a picture with Luke, did my schoolwork and went to hell.

I ran immediately to my room, hearing my brother and Lucas fighting again. I cut each time I heard a curse word, which was a lot of times. I decided to call Abby, and when she wasn't picking up I realized that I was having an anxiety attack. Maybe from the loss of blood or not eating but I didn't care. All that matters was I talked to Abby. She's my best friend. Then I remembered, she's in trouble.

(Short I know! I'm sorry!)

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