-[REWRITTING] -
❝ Every inch of me is full of pain,
oh you should've come over ❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Ruth Johnson struggles to go on with her life after losing everything. She fails to be like the others around her age an...
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- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ JUST A TASTE ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ ^ #chapter one ^
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HURRICANE Agatha is a bitch. That's at least what Ruth heard her Uncle yell from the backyard. She actually hadn't checked it out herself yet but she knew it couldn't be good considering the power was out.
She slid on a pair of jean shorts and a random t-shirt from the laundry she had yet to put away before making her way out back.
Her eyes scanned the perimeter. There were a few branches, pots, and micheallnous items that Ruth didn't even recognize scattered all over the backyard.
But something was missing. "Joey," Ruth called. Her uncle turned around. "Where is the trampoline?"
Ruth's hand shielded her eyes from the sun as she waited for an answer. "Well, not here anymore." A soft sigh escaped Joey's lips. "It was about time, she was ancient." He added.
Ruth was a bit saddened to hear that her childhood trampoline was taken by the hurricane. Her best memories were made on it. Yes, maybe she was getting too big and too old for the trampoline but she had a serious attachment to it.
Well, not anymore.
"Dang, that's sad." Ruth frowned, dropping her hand to rest on her hip. But, Ruth jumped as she unexpectedly felt arms wrap around her waist.
