Falling

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frustration: [frəˈstrāSH(ə)n]
n. when an extremely cranky human being gets manipulated into doing something because of a typo;
someone who wants to throw everything near them into the wall

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A figure sits, cross-legged, on an old and worn but comfortable office chair. She twirls her hair, propping up her face with the other hand. A long sigh escapes her lips and a deep frown materializes. She stares at the laptop screen in front of her, with increasing irritation. If this were a cartoon, smoke would be seen exploding from her ears. Slamming open the cabinet to her left, she fishes out a chocolate brownie, tearing the wrapper as if it offended her. Munching on the sweet snack, she finally begins to type, anger temporarily sated.

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Before entering this realm, please take note:

1. This story contains some triggering events that might not be suitable for everyone. If you are not comfortable with such events, please turn away now.

2. Although some events might be questionable, they are very much realistic. 

3. Some parts might be confusing, but read till the end and everything will make sense. 

Like any normal human being, I am not perfect. There could be litters of mistakes scattered around the course of this journey. Critiques and suggestions are welcome, feel free to leave a comment. (Go ahead, be blunt, roast me. I'm ready.) I'm a fairly new writer, and has just recently delved back into the wattpad society after a year long hiatus, so things are still rusty.

Readers are the most important aspect of any book, and I'd love to see all your reactions in the comments to everything. Is there something you think that needs to be changed? Something that really makes you sad, happy, or mad? I love it all. However, I'm just one person and I won't be able to please everyone. If the story isn't to your liking, I sincerely apologize. But, if this is something you enjoy, please do show your support through the little vote button, it fuels my way into typing the next chapter.

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Copyright © 2016 by Peekabru

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This is dedicated to all the unseen victims, the innocents that are tainted by society's tarnished grip.