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Trust Is Lost . . .

" Trust is like an eraser, it gets smaller and smaller after every mistake" - Tumblr

Chapter 1 :

Who said life was easy? Well correction it was never easy to begin with. But then again there are special cases of people who believe so, well that doesn't matter.

The significance of life lost its meaning when my parents began their fighting.

Always listening to them yell, the crashing of glass being broken, the movement of furniture being thrown around, and even the pounding of my mother's stomping foot, from pure stubborness, are heard through the thin walls of my room.

And this is just an everyday bases type of thing. No pressure, right?

So to say life is easy. It's not really and I hate when people just love to rub it in one's face, especially when they are already troubled as it is.

I hope to one day send a letter to Obama protesting on the unfairness of this country and to ship everyone off into a situation that causes some type of trauma to just give a glimpse to those blind fools and bite their tongue before speaking out their mind.

Yea, it may sound cruel to oneself, but if this were to happen there wouldn't be so many hypocritical nor judgemental critiques being spewed out on such topics.

" Ernie!"

Like come on! This is America and Americans believe in freedom of speech-

" Are you listening to me?" Snapping fingers came into view in front of my fogged gaze.

" Huh?"

" Told ya, this girl lives in the clouds, there's no way you can get her to listen to you for 5 minutes straight without her losing focus"

" Hey! I listen"

" But not enough to know what is going on, cutie pie"

Oh Tanner, what will I do without your obviousness of such situations.

" Yea, tweetle bee, you always seem to be lost in our convos"

Oh Gracie, Gracie, Gracie, what will I do with your biased opinions.

" I'm not lost, it's just that your rants about your nails and hair don't seem interesting enough to give a glance to"

" Oh, that's got to hurt" Tanner covers his mouth with his fisted hand to emphasize my 'burn' towards Gracie.

" Some people just don't seem to appriciate my fashion sense" she flips her auburn curls off her shoulder.

Tanner and I share an eyeroll at the dramatic gestures our dear fashionista shows.

" But anyways, are we meeting at DQ again?" She asked.

" I'll be there for sure" they both turned their strong gazes towards my own, " What about you, Ernie?"

" Don't tell us you'll bail once again" she pleaded, pouting her naturally pouty lips out.

" Sadly yes, I won't be able to go bec-"

" Augh! Always!" She stomped away into the school's parking lot, where most of the school body crowded over.

I feel guilty for doing this, so I frown at her leave.

" Hey" fingers grasped my chin to turn my saddened brown eyes towards deep blue ones.

" I know she can be short tempered", I snorted, " but she understands your situation, even though it doesn't seem like it with her bratty moves" I cracked a smile.