March 13 2001
once again i return to this hell hole people call school, were most of the drama, fake friends, and fights happens... but to be honest with you i dont really care. As i get up at 8 o'clock i see myself in mirror and mascara dripping from my face like i got hit by and rainstorm. I see my pillow black as coal, as i realize that i cried my self to sleep last night, again. as i try to clean the raccoon eyes from my face i see something in back of me. I get closer to it, the thing starts to sparkle like the beauty of the sunset. I pick it up and there it lays, a picture of me.. and my father. Those were good times .. until he left me for some stupid bolnd chick. I throw the picture on the floor the glass shatters on the floor. I grab my arm with plenty of scars and blood drips from my arms to my leg, the cold, red beautiful blood. I quikly clean the blood off my arm and I dress in a long sleve to cover up my depression. I comb my black heavy hair to the side,and grap my choker. As i grab my domo bag and put on my black and white shoes, i walk outside and start to walk to school all by myself with no father .. no mother.. only me.
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Life Is Strange
Novela Juvenila 14 year old girl gets lost in a cruel and disgusting world .. But a boy changes her life ..