I woke up an I was in a hospital bed, in one of those ugly gowns you have to wear. I looked over at my mom and she was crying. She didn't tell me what had happened but I could tell that it was something bad. A week later the doctor said I could leave, and than my mother finally tells me what they did to me. They had replaced my heart with a new one, except this one was processed, they said I wasn't going to survive it but that it was worth the risk, I mean I was already dead, they were just trying to bring me back to life. And now I am starting school again, in the same one, but the bullies can still kill me.
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Processed Heart
Teen FictionA girl moves to a different town only to find that it's not all what it's made up to be. She for to the school and finds a bunch of bullets that end up "accidentally" killing her by gorging out her heart with their bare hands.
