Chapter 16 welcome home

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Home isn't just a place.

It's the people around you who make it a home.

It's also the times you've spent with everyone.

Home could be small.

Or it can be big.

I'm the type of person who sees everything for the better.

I see the good in people.

I'm the type to stick with you as long as you hurt me or even hate me.

I don't care if you hate me.

I'm used to people hating me.

For being caring.

You know that one song that gets through anything.

That makes you happy.

Makes you feel better when you are at your worst.

Like a rollercoaster going really up and dropping to your doom.

Sometimes I even wonder if I could fly.

It dances in the snow as the peace people do.

I try to think about 100 properties of the answer.

Going through in my mind like pages of a big red book.

Pages are thin making it almost impossible to read.

But oh well.

When time stays frozen for twice a second.

I could almost feel my heart beating loudly like the lions roared.

I used to think bad things would happen to bad people.

But no, it's also the good people who get bad stuff too.

When life is going so well you dive into a pool of sunset kisses and flowers.

But nowadays I tend to look at everyone in the hallway.

And pick out who are the bad ones and the good ones.

Like the people who vape smell like drugs.

And the people who have good hearts help out the ones they think they can save from bitter love.

Most of all there are people who are misunderstood and want to make their voices heard.

I also used to think all the people were nice at one point in their lives.

But some just take the easy path out because they think it's too hard of a work to actually do something.

I even wondered how many people changed themselves to be liked.

Like what happened if there was a nice kid who wanted friends and then the only way you could do that is change your true self to be a vaper or even a stuck up fake kid.

Thers 100% of kids that look at people and judge the cover of the book and not judge the inside of the book.

Like come on people we are just kids.

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