You see in the group I'm the guy that comforts everyone like today one of my friend started crying and stuff and me and another friend sprung in to action and tried to help them we gave them hugs and everything and when we got in class I threw my stuff and grabbed them by the shoulders trying to tell them it was ok the teacher finally did something and called them out of the after the whole class saw they asked me what happened and I kept telling them to fuck off I tried to help but I never will be able to help them when they aren't with me and that scared me so I did something I promised everyone id stop I started scratching again this time I drew a little blood and I really hope it didn't become a habit again but why am I talking about me I'm the fixer I'm so pose to put on a brave face and comfort other not worry about my problems
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The misfits (8th grade)
Non-FictionThis story is about a group of friends that learn that you don't need popularity to be happy all you really need are friends Hello guys this is my first story please I hope you enjoy it because I certainty did please tell me what you think but no h...
