Oh yeah, my grandmother passed away, I'm treated poorly by people in general and Chelsea, and memories are being pushed away by the minute! I squeezed between the guys and glanced at the vacant room. Nothing except for a pile of blankets my Grandma, Mother, and I made.
While sorting through the pile of quilts and blankets I banged my pointer finger on a sharp object. I removed the one blanket that was wrapped around the object and it revealed the metal box. I quickly wrapped the box back into the original blanket and shoved it into my black bag. I decided to take the time and walk home. Although my day isn't going well, the weather is and I intend to enjoy it while it lasts. That, and I really don't want to see Chelsea. I giggled a bit. Then I saw smoke coming from the direction of where my house is. I started to walk faster. Once I got to my abandon street, I saw my Father's dodge, black car and a cloud of smoke looming over our place.
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Stitch
Teen FictionIt contains cursing reader discretion is advised. It's about a child's "trials" with his stepmother. Contains gruesome material.
