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The nerd falls for bad boy. The loser falls for the popular boy. The girl falls in love with her popular best friend; these are all the classic cliché storylines, which don't get me wrong they are amazing, but, has the broken girl ever...
I smiled at the note and quickly turned to the door once I heard it creaking open. I saw that it was Shannon so I greeted her and then we had a small conversation before I had to take my medicines. "You'll have to be here for around a week until you fully heal." Shannon told me and I was kinda upset that I had to be here for a while but it makes sense so I guess I have nothing to complain about. "Ok. Thanks for taking care of me, I appreciate it." I thanked Shannon. "It's no problem. When I first saw you, I knew you were special." Shannon said to me. "Sweetie, do you have any talents?" Shannon asked me.
"Umm, yah. I am a ballet and acrobatics dancer. I've been doing it my entire life."
"That's amazing! I would love to see you dance once day."
"Thanks. I usually don't show too much people my dancing, I have pretty bad social anxiety."
"It's ok honey. You will overcome it one day. You just need to wait for someone special to be able to be with you every step of the way."
"Your right. It makes sense. I just have problems meeting new people, I feel like they are going to judge me. Everyone around me is so negative and always say their lives are so terrible, people in this world go through much harder things than them."
"One of those people are you. People are always going to judge you and call you names. Those names they call you are true only once you choose to believe it. Don't believe any names people call you. The negative people miss out on everything, you see when people are always so pessimistic, they don't see the good in anything, so they miss all the opportunities they could have, that could even change their lives."
I sat quietly and thought about the advise Shannon told me. It makes sense. Anything anyone calls you are only true once you choose to believe it. She's right.
I started to speak again. "Thanks Shannon for all the advise you give me, I don't think I would have made it through all of this without you. You have a pure heart of gold."
"No sweetheart you have the heart of gold. You went through so much in your life and continue to, but you forget about your problems and always think about others. That's what a pure heart of gold is." Shannon explained.
"Thanks Shannon. You remind me of my mom, she was so caring and always knew how to give the right advise." I told her.
Shannon rubbed my arm in circular motions like she was happy to talk to me. She then had to go so then we said our goodbyes and another nurse came in. "Grace? You have a visitor, she claims to be Avery? Do you want to see her?"
As soon as I heard Avery's name my eyes bulged out in excitement. I nodded and didn't stop till she said ok and went out of the room.
"Grace? Are you in here?" I heard he voice of my best friend. "Avery! Your here! I've missed you so much!" I exclaimed in tears and pure joy seeing Avery. "I miss you too! Are you ok honey? I can't believe this happened to you."
"I heard your dad was there, is he ok?" Avery asked. I felt a year stream down my face.
"He-h- he's dead." I said as more tears came streaming down my face.
"I'm sorry baby. It's ok" Avery said in a comforting voice. She hugged me, but did it carefully since I had an IV in my arm. I just cried in her shoulders.
"Avery?"
"Yah?"
"I've never told you this before. But please promise me you'll keep this a secret." I did to Avery. I was going to tell her about my dad. I trust her with my life. I trust her with everything.
"Yes Grace?"
"Umm. This is going to be really hard to say." I said as I started crying again.
"Grace it's ok. You can tell me. If you don't want to yet, that's ok too. I'm here for you."
"When my mom died. My, my. My dad started drinking me and would abuse me because he was drunk." I said slowly stuttering half the time. It felt is good to tell someone that. I felt like a lift had been lifted from my shoulders. I forgive my dad. He died saving me. I forgive him, but I'll never be able to get rid of the scars he left.
"Grace. Why have you never told me this? I could've helped you. I could've helped you. Grace, how long had this been happening?" Avery asked with tears streaming down her face.
"I didn't tell you because I didn't want my dad to go to jail. I forgive him. I know it's bad to say that, but I do. It's been happening for 2 years, but I'm okay. The scars I got, are what make me strong. To me it's a symbol not to judge anyone and to be strong." I explained to Avery slowly as we were both in tears. Avery pulled me into a hug again and started to speak.
"I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you. People judge others while they don't know what's going on in their lives. I'm sorry this had to happen to you. I'll always be here for you, but you need to tell me what's going on so I can help you." She emphasized on the 'can'.
"Thanks Avery. But it's not your fault. You didn't do anything, you don't need to say sorry. I honestly wouldn't know what to do without you." I replied back to Avery. She started crying with me again and then gave me another hug. I know, we love to hug each other, especially in the ruff times. "Avery?"
"Hmm?" Avery answered
"I have no parents. I have no home. I have nothing."
"Oh my gosh. Why need to come up with a plan." We both sat there in silence trying to come up with a solution.
"Oh! I have an idea!" Avery said bringing me some hope. I sat there anticipating for a good idea.
"So here's the plan." Avery began speaking.
A/N : I think I have a problem with cliffhangers... Lollllllll. Hope u guys enjoyed this chapter!
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