broken and brusied(warrior)

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Sams pov...

"Hey, how's the new house?" I ask Aeden over Skype. He recently moved, to somewhere near Liverpool.

"Hey beautiful, honestly? I don't like it. It's cold. It's not the same without you" Aeden says.

"I'll vist soon"

"Promise?"

"I promise to vist you as soon as I can" I say with a smile.

Soon after saying bye to Aeden, I got on the shower and washed my hair.

****

~flashback~

2nd stepmber 2011.

" welcome, to your first year a of secondary school. They say the best days of your life are your school days, make the most of them" The teacher says i dont know I her name I wasn't listening.

We were in homeroom. I sat at the back near the window. One earphone in, and pencil in my hand, and notebook out in front of me; my diary.

People we're laughing and whispering wastle occasionally, looking over at me.

Everyone else had made friends, but I hadn't yet. I wasn't good at making friends.

I felt like a clown in a circus, like a circus act.

I was drawing, an angle with a broken halo.

The bell rang and off we all went to our first class.

Wastle walking out of homeroom, a girl who had light brown hair and make on, Amy, I think her name was.
Triped me up.

I fell to the floor, my book spilled out of my bag.

I heard laughter.

I felt useless,worthless. I felt feelings I never dreamt of feeling. I had a happy child hood.

~flashback over ~

If I knew then, that it would get worst, I proberly would have done something about it sooner rather than leave it.

A'N: so what you think?

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Nearly the end, I think.

Will Sam let go of her past?
Will she let people help her get better?