Hey Guys! My name is Beatrice, well... In real life. I just thought 'Tris' would be a great way to change my name to something simple and easy. So, I've made this blog because I am going through a hard time in life, my sister died 2 months ago, my parents have just divorced and now I have just came back from the airport and I am having to live with my dad in Chicago. I much prefer my mum to my dad so its even worse. As soon as we arrived at the air port, my dad changed. He is so rough on me now, and I don't know why. We did have a big argument in the airport, and he's still mad at me. So that's probably why he's mad. But I hope that I can soon get heaps of readers that can give me tips and advice about what do to in which the what I'm going through. Thank you for reading and I'll be updating soon. Xoxo Tris. As soon as I type the last word I read through it and press publish. I sigh of relief and stress all mixed into one, I get off my bed and unpack my suit case. My room is covered with white, I have a double bed, a dresser, a mirror, a desk, and all of it is white. I hear notifications go off from my computer. Ding Ding Ding! The blog! I run over to my computer and open it up. I scroll down to the comment section and see 53 comments. I read through them... "Wow, I know exactly what your going through" says one comment. "Don't worry, I've been there" says another. "Everything will be fine". I'm shocked by the amount of comments there are within 7 minutes, not only the amount. But the fact that everyone is so kind about it. And they know how i feel. Tears of relief fill up in my eyes. A fake smile appears to slide across my face. Wow! I say to my self. "Beatrice! Get in here!" And dad ruins my joy. I get off my bed and head into the lounge. "What?" I exclaim.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that! I ignore him and walk towards the kitchen. "Why were you on your laptop?" He screams at me.
"I..i.i"I stutter. I never stutter. My body starts warming up, I feel as if my face is flushed with redness. My heart speeds up and my hand starts shaking rapidly. What is wrong with me? "Yes you were, I know you were. Don't try to lie. I saw you speedily take it out of your suitcase. Why were you in such a rush?" He says to me sneakily. My body still doing the same thing, but worse. What could it be? I try to think of an excuse. "I was going on Facebook to talk to Amy (my old friend) I promised her that I would message her as soon as I got to Chicago." I feel really bad I lied, but I think it worked. "Go!" He says. And I walk back to my room. With my body feeling the same way.
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Winter
Teen FictionThis story is about a girl called Beatrice.she is basically starting a new life. She has to move countries which means she has to move schools. But the worst part is she has to live with her dad
