My last part was kind of anticlimactic so sorry but I don't feel like fixing it now. Enjoy chapter 3!! :3
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Suicide sounded pretty good at this point. With my boyfriend gone, and everyone hating me, life seemed pretty pointless.
3rd period math class didn't sound very good right now either, seeing that Jacob and Natasha would be there. So I decided to skip it and go to my favorite place- my treehouse.
I scaled the trunk of the huge oak tree in my backyard, and stepped inside the wooden room that my dad helped me build.
Maybe coming here was a bad idea, I thought. Just being here brought back past memories of my dad. I sighed, and sank into my favorite beanbag chair. Soon enough, I feel asleep.
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"I was just thinking we should see other people, spice it up a bit, that's all." my dad said, biting his lip.
"Are you saying we should get a divorce? Hope will be devastated." My mom replied. Her voice was shaking.
"It would be best," my dad said, nodding.
"Well, then. I guess this is goodbye."
"I'll go pack my things."
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My eyes shot open. I looked around the eerie world around me, realizing it was nighttime. Mom must be so worried, I thought, and climbed down my tree.
When I entered the house, I found my mom surrounded by dirty tissues.
"Mom?" I called.
She looked over at me with an insane look on her face. She smiled hugely and said, "I've been looking for you, Hope..."
"Uh, mom? Are you... drunk?" I ask, backing away slowly.
"HOPE I DON'T APPRECIATE YOU CALLING ME DRU...zzzzzzzzz" My mom dozes off, a stupid grin upon her face.
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Destroyed
Narrativa generaleHope's life sucks. Her boyfriend broke up with her, her friends betrayed her, and her parents are getting a divorce. Hope has no will to live until a new guy arrives at her school. The new boy instantly becomes popular, no wonder, because he is the...
