This is how it's been. This is how it's always been.
It's never been any different.
My name's Promise.
I'm 15 years old, and currently struggling.
This is my call for help.
Someone, please help me.
I'm in high school, and it's a living hell.
There's no escape.
No escape from the work,
no escape from the teachers,
and no escape from the kids.
Especially the bullies.
Ariana Williams, if you want me to be specific.
Ariana and her little "crew" are making my life a living nightmare.
No one's stopping it, either.
Just encouraging it.
This is my story.
This is me saying I need help.
This is me saying I want this to stop.
It's only been 2 years since my mom passed,
and I don't think I can keep my promise much longer.
YOU ARE READING
Keeping My Promise
Teen FictionI could tell my mom was looking dead at the scars on my wrist. "Sweetheart, promise me you will never do that again." "I love you mom." "I love you too, sweetheart. Now promise me you won't do it again." "Okay mom, I promise." "Hopefully you can ke...
