#Projectacceptyou
#nomorescars
#nomorebullying
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This is a short story is based on the above ^^
I will have the #Projectacceptyou #nomorescars #nomorebullying as the campaigns.
××There may be triggering areas in this story - You have been warned××
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__________________________________ "I've... Changed..." She whispered over the telephone. _________________________________
I stepped out of the worn, old building and looked at my surroundings. Snow was still falling, as I had suspected. I walked a few paces forward then turned around.
"Thank you." I stared at the woman who had walked me out. She was a little over 80, the creases in her face and white hair showing majorly, but it looked great on her.
"Caroline. You've been here nearly 8 months and I have never said this to any one before." She smiled warmly at me. "You have so many possibilities and opportunities out there, but you've been looking at the world wrong. You see it as a-a war. But the war is only in your head, dear. You've come a long way. I expect to see you on the screens soon."
She laughed quietly as she made her way in. Through my glossy eyes I could still see the black over coat she was wearing and her beige pants. Once the door was shut a small but loud beep signaled through the building, then a click.
I took one more grateful look at the brown building and slowly sauntered away.
"Oh crap!" I huffed under my breath as realization dawned on me. I had no ride home.
"Caroline?" A serene voice spoke from a black Honda.
"Mommy?" My eyes teared up again, but they spilled over quickly. She got out of the car and engulfed my in a long warm hug.
"Oh sweety! I'm here baby girl. I'm right here."
I cried and cried until I couldn't cry no more.
"What are you doing here?" I asked as we pulled away.
"Get in the car. We have a long drive, and a long talk to talk."
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We pulled up to my home. It looked quite dead, unlively.
"I'm scared." I whispered to no one in particular, but my mom killed the engine and got out.
She opened the back door and got my bags as I stepped out of the vehicle tentatively. Mother had already made her way up the steps and towards the red bricked building, making me shuffle my feet to get to her.
"What if he doesn't want me?" I asked quietly.
Then I saw the look on her face.
Sorrow, empathy.
My tears glazed over again.
"He... He..." I busted out into tears as the door opened. The rack beside the door was empty, the everything looked dusty and older than I remembered, and some of the pictures that use to be glittered around were missing.
