Join Willoughby, Castor, and Esmond on their journey through sophmore year. They're pariahs, which aren't really excepted anywhere. They coast through life but never really fit in. Will they finally show people how important they really are or will...
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First of all I just a wanna say thank you for clicking on my book and I hope you enjoy! But the point of me saying this is to tell you that the first like four chapters were when I was trying to find my writing style and something that just worked for me. My writing gets better and better as the story goes on so I'm sorry the beginning is kinda slow!!
I usually update about every 2-5 days so I tend to update pretty quick.
Ik this story seems super emo and depressing at first but I promise its not some "I hate my life" cringe story.
It just starts of when the narrator (also the main character) is looking back at the end of sophomore year a time in which she was hella depressed. But the story of how she got there and survived that state is a good one!
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"Have you ever felt that pain? The pain that lingers and burns so bad inside you that you just don't know what to do anymore? The pain that claims the lives of many and breaks apart years and years of happy memories? The pain that destroys you physically, mentally, and emotionally? The pain that hurts so much from within that it becomes reality as you start to grasp your chest as you cry out as if someone is literally stabbing you in the heart? That pain that just won't go away and the more you think about it the more it prominent it becomes? That feeling that you can never shake, but somehow shakes you to the point where you feel like nothing, just nothing? You're so broken down you feel like there is nothing else it can take from you, because it has already stripped you of all you once had and you are now lost in a sea of depression and bad thoughts, so you just might as well let your self drown. There is nothing more that pain can claim, because it hurts so bad and so often that you have just gone numb to the unbearable sting. Have you? Well if you have, you're not alone."
"Thank you Willoughby. Please hand me your rubric so I can grade your presentation."
So... ya. That happened. Well let's back this whole thing up so I can explain how we got in this situation and why I gave such a depressing, "go see a counselor" speech. Well it started way back, like WAY back. When I was in elementary I was the odd one out. The little girl that wore all boys clothing and had messy hair. The kid that constantly changed lunch tables because either someone took their spot or they felt left out. The kid that hung out with all the other pariahs. That's what they called us. The pariahs. A pariah is an outcast, a reject, a social failure, and that's what we were to them. We were no one special, just the unwanted kids that the world ate up and chewed for a while then spit out in disgust. No one ever truly excepted us and deep down we knew they never would. I'm Willoughby Anais Harper and I'm a pariah.
