Once I get home, I run to my room.
I throw my bag on the floor in my room, and slump against the wall.
Tears slip down my face, and I grab a blanket lying on the floor and cover myself with it.
I then drift off into sleep.
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Jolting awake, I have a thought. I know- I seem ridiculous right? Holding onto something that happened a couple years ago?
It's wrong and all I want is to let someone in but I can't. I just. Cannot.
I have to shut out my feelings for everyone and just conceal my feelings.
I'll be fine.
I promise.
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BLACKMAILED.
Novela JuvenilNoelle Marshall never asked for help. But when Tyler Hollande takes it upon himself, she'd never guess what'll happen next.
