"Goo moring anna." My little sister Chloe whispers in my pierced ear. I grab her and tickle her like crazy. Then Breckston crawls in. "What are you doing out if your crib?" I ask as he sits up and giggles. Oh how i love these kids. That's when i hear the crash. "Oh great. She's up." I walk down stairs, Breck on one hip Chlo gripping tightly to my other hand. Its horrible that they hate their mother as much as i do. As we walk in shes on the floor, glass all around her. I help her up. God! Shes a slut! I know she wasn't home last night. Because I put her kids to bed. Not that i care. I love them to death. And they need some kind of mother. And lord knows she ain't one.
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Unexplainable
Teen FictionHanna had nothing. She was 15 years old yet she felt like she was in her twenties. She had mousey brown hair with just a hint if red. She got this from her dad. But he was long gone. And was never coming back. Or at least that's what he said the day...
