She looked up at the auburn sky, slowly setting into what many called sunsets. The bench she was sitting on was drenched from the downpour of rain which cascaded for what seemed like forever. No, honestly, it had only rained for 2 hours, but to her it felt like her life was a downpour of wet misery. Her worn out jeans were wet at the bottom, but she couldn't care less about how it made her butt feel uncomfortable. The mud was mushy under her green rain boots. Her chin rested on her right leg as her left leg swung and kicked mud. Her eyes puffy and red from all the crying, just stared out at the deserted park, completely empty; just how she loved it.
"Brady, we need to talk".
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Teen FictionShe was told her past was what it was. She had left it behind, hidden from her present, away from everything and everyone else. But secrets aren't buried forever. No, secrets always come back, just like the dead. - In a life and death situation, B...
