So I have been living in Newsbury for quite awhile now, and I still haven't made a friend. I guess they all think I'm a freak and I don't belong there. I cry everyday because of this, and it frustrates me to the point where I harm myself. I know, people pretend that they want you to stop, when really they just think another body underground and one less mouth to feed. Honestly, nobody would miss me. Maybe I over think too much, or maybe I'm too paranoid, but I guess that I always feel like the teachers and this kid who sits behind me in my Art Class, keep giving me sympathetic eyes. Like, what the fuck???? Am I a charity case? Oh well, I will ignore them, for now. One day, the kid who sat behind me in my Art Class decides to walk up to me. He gives me a small smile, which was kind of cute, and sat across from me. "Hi, I'm..."
What should the guy's name be????
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A Lonely World
Teen FictionAmber was a suicidal teen. She hated life, her family, and herself. She never thought there would be a day that someone would fall for her. Will someone save her?
