Prologue

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I'm seated in a crowded room, atop one of many graffiti-clad desks. I observe Mrs. Frederick nonchalantly as she hands out the midterm papers that dictate half of my second term grade. My surprise and confusion are pulpable when she reaches my desk as she glances at me, disappointment and defeat obvious in usually cheerful face. With one last, sorrowful look, she quickly drops the paper on the desk, before immediately moving onto the next student. I quickly peer down, my eyes drawn to a bright red 'F' with a thirty eight percent scribbled next to it, on a otherwise sparse answer sheet. I look up at the rest of my class, all smiles around, as I zone out and my eyesight blurs to the sound of the lunch bell.

This is it.
Brynne Willow Hatfield has officially failed at life.

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Hello to anyone reading this, it took me a long time to settle on what to write and I hope you enjoy this book! How was the prologue? I might edit it later on in the the story if I decide I need to edit anything to better fit the the storyline. I think some of you might relate to Brynne in a sense that you might feel like you've done something so bad or bombed at something so easy that you think you might have failed life? I've felt like that before 😧😂

WARNINGS
This story is going to include some mature language and drug use, if you choose to read on it is not my fault as you have been warned in advance. Do not copy my plot or my story, I don't mind if you use this as inspiration but under no circumstances will I accept any forms or copying/plagiarism. If you are writing your book and are unsure if you are  my story/plotlines feel free to contact me, I will most likely just ask you to change a few minor details about your book. I just wanted to put this out there in the prologue so I don't have to include this at any part later on in the chapters.

♡ Happy reading and I hope you enjoy this book! Let me know your thoughts in the comment section
♡emzi_at_za (author of this book, Life is like Molasses.)

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