We rolled down the hills laughing. "BROOO! YOU PUSHED ME!", I giggled, Tristion grinned and shrugged, "I could have", we stared at each other for a moment and burst out laughing, "we should run away more", he murmured between chuckles, "YES! Two eight year olds against the world!", I held out my fist and he bumped it; Both of our Mums have been getting on our nerves. So we ran away. We'll probably be back by noon. But it's still a lot of fun. He sat up abruptly, "I've got a Idea", he faced me and smirked; oh, what is this kid thinking? "We should climb the roof", he shot a look at my house, "oh... I don't know....", he helped me up, "come on, we'll be perfectly fine", oh, why the hell not. I swallowed a pill without water, it tasted like dirt. "Ok! Let's go!".
He Tried to lift me up with one hand and failed terribly, he pulled me up with both hands and I landed on the roof. Slippery. "are you sure this is a good idea?", I asked for the millionth time, he rolled his eyes, "come, it will be better on the top", I slowly tried to crawl up and I slipped. I fell and everything went black.
Tristion.
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Bipolar
Teen FictionOctober Marshall, born and raised in new Zealand goes through a lot of Teenage drama as soon as shes taken off her pills. She thinks she can't survive. Shes nothing like her perfect twin brother. She was born bipolar. meanwhile Robert Bolton, -her b...
