Okay so who what are we really held together with? Really? Ask yourself that. How do we stay put together? We are put together with the biding of our family. I was raised with lies. I was told my dad died when he really might be out there! I had my life perfect just the way I wanted. All the friends I needed, the perfect boyfriend, and 4.0 grade in school. But then it was all gone. It was broken like glass. Not like the plexiglass no, like the finest of the fine. Dropped broken. I don't know if it can ever be put back together. I guess some pieces of glass are shatter into a million pieces and can never fit again.
So the next day I went to school with all this stuff in my head. Can I ever trust him again. Can I ever trust Lilly. Do I even know Lilly. Does she know me? What about Allison. what about him does he know? Oh my god, am I really living lie! I have to talk to my mom now!
Text to mom.
Hey mom I need to talk to you about something when I get home.
What's this about?
I would rather say it in person.
What's botheri, oh honey I got to go. We can talk more about this later bye!
Bye mom.
Conversation over.
How am I ever going to explain what I found to her.
"Hi Amy what was that phone call about last night?"
"Oh umm nothing important just had a bad dream or something. I uh I got to go I will see you ummm later bye!!!!"
"Wait Amy!!!!" I ran out of the school almost in tears I feel like I am on the verge of braking. I can't do this, not today at least. I have to go somewhere other then here. I need to leave. I ran down the street to find somewhere else. I need to go to my secret place.
