Alone like a dead, autumn leaf drifting to the ground. Nobody cares if they crunch it up. Desolate like the lone wolf, as it prowls through the moonlit forest. Nobody cares whether it gets hunted or not. Serving like a doll, there when your arms feel empty. I hold Max when he is crying. I hold Mum when she's lost. Why, why, will nobody hold me?
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Oasis
Teen FictionCarren Winters isn't popular. She doesn't know what to say. She doesn't understand why the girls at her school talk about lipgloss and crushes, or why the boys all despise her. She doesn't understand why her little brother Max is so weird, and why h...
