That night I lay in bed and just thought. Thought about America and would I make any friends. Then just at that moment Anna came into my head. I seen her at school with her friends but we never really got close, but she was there if I needed someone.
One the subject of friends and I had none of them I just thought, why am I still here on planet earth. I mean it would be so much easier to just end it all. What motivated me to stay alive. Simply nothing. But every time I thought of doing it I never had the nerve to.
That night death was all I could think about. The next morning it was a Sunday so I stays in my pj's. I lay up in bed all day watching Batman. I was going through my messages on Facebook when I got a message from one of my bullies. 'Why don't you just go and kill yourself, no one would care anyway.' I didn't know what to say, who the fuck just comes out with these things. Then at that moment I was glad I was escaping the hell hole.
AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry it's short I will put up a longer chapter tomorrow.
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WerewolfWhen shy, misunderstood Bree who lives in Ireland is forced to move to America, she meets a guy who she falls in love with from first sight. But he is not what he seems. Then she meets her new best friend Blake who is not what he seems either.
