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(If you dont read this, you will be confused!)
I realized, that this would be so much easier if I just started writing this in first-person POV, so, this will now be in Brooke's POV.
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I ran until my feet collapsed under me. Looking up from my sob fest, I realized where I was, the run down park I was used to going to when I needed to escape my loneliness. I smiled wearily although my eyes still cried tears.
I pushed myself off the ground, and limped to the slide.
I was small enough to fit into the play ground. I could even slide down the slides.
A sudden memory flashed through my mind; my first time at this park.
It was a fairly warm day with the sun smiling broadly. I was seven and it had been a few months after we moved in. The park hadn't been abandoned then.
Children ran about, shouting 'Tag! You're it!' as they tapped their friend's shoulder then running away rapidly.
I snuck out of the house, I thought no one would notice since I was neglected by the housekeepers and my parents were on a cruise... Without me. I was at the park alone, not literally, just I had no guardian to protect me from the evilness of those children.
I had walked up to a group of boys who I recognized as the boys on my street. Little did I know, they hated me.
"Hello," I smiled at the boys, disrupting their play.
"Isn't that the girl who lives in Zane's house?" I heard one whisper, I now know him as Drew.
"Yup, guys, I think we have to go 'Operation Giwl' on her," the boys shared agreeing looks. They all stood up in unison. They puffed their chests out as if it would make them look superior. It didn't make them look superior, no, but it did make them feel superior.
"We don't want you hewe, go back to whewe you came fwom," Cody's 'r's hadn't been part of his vocabulary yet, and neither had Kole's.
The carefree smile on my face faded away as I looked at the boys in confusion.
"Yeah! Go away!" Xavier lunged forward and pushed me backwards. I struggled to keep my balance, so I fell, landing butt-first. They pointed at me and laughed together, their laughter echoing in my ear drums.
As the memory faded, I climbed up on the ladder to the main slide. I held on to the plastic material as I made my way to the opening. I sat and pushed myself. I slid down the slide slowly but gracefully. When u reached the bottom, my beat up converse hit the ground and I looked around. Garbage littered the grass area and graffiti was written on every inch of the equipment. Sometimes, I traced my fingers over the graffiti. Usually, I only traced the ones that said 'I Love You' then a loved one's name. I pretend that I was the one who wrote the words, and that I lived the life of a beautiful girl who had a wonderful boyfriend, one who wrote her name on a public wall for everyone to see. But, of course, I was a lonely girl who was suicidal. I didn't dream of living in a castle with a prince, or riding off into the sunset on a unicorn. I dreamt of pulling a gun to my head, or popping a handful of unsubscribed pills. Cody and Kole were right, the world wouldn't make a difference without me. I was a loser, a friendless girl, a nobody.
A sudden gust of wind blew past her, blowing back my semi-long, brown hair along with it. I glanced up at the sky.
"It's late... I better go," I whispered to myself. I could tell the time with a single look at the sky. I checked my phone, and sure enough, the time I had guessed was right. Off by a few minutes, but still right. I let out a deep breath then began walking.
It was time to begin another day of my personal hell called my life.
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Likey..?
This chapter was... BLEHH!
I liked the ending a little, I guess. Not really though...
Sorry for the SHORTNESS and LATENESS. I had writers block. Forgive me..?
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