We find my outlet.

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 CHAPTER THREE 

Jessicas POV

I groaned internally. We had been at this for two fucking hours and it had become clear that I didnt like to express myself though words, pictures, books or drawing. "What about writing?" Mrs. Honey, my therapist said. "Nah" "Jessica there has to be something you like to do that expresses you!" I thought about it... "I can play guitar and sing" " Oh my God thats perfect!" We decided to meet once a week. I could bring my guitar and play her what i worked on that week. Great. Now my one happy place is invaded by my issues. I headed back to my room and when i walked in someone was already in there. 

      "AYEEE BITCH" yelled a voice. I screamed " WHAT THE FUCK." Nickles was jumping on my bed like a crazy lady. We took one look at each other and burst out laughing. From that day on, We were bestfriends. 

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