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Part 12: (Charlotte's POV)

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My Converse scraped on the sidewalk. I had just left the school and I didn't even care if I got caught by a Truancy officer. Why would I care if I had nothing to live for anyway? Why didn't the notice? Why didn't they notice that I was constantly using the bathroom pass and walking with a limp? Why didn't they care? Why didn't somebody at least try to help me? Try to be my friend? I'm so sick of this bullshit!

 I angrily kicked a stone across the street. I didn't even realize that I had wandered a bit onto the street and a car loudly honked at me. "Sorry." I mumbled to myself before I walked back up to the sidewalk. I was going to a place that I knew would end my pain and suffering. I would no longer have to deal with my abusive mom, I would no longer have to deal with anything...ever again. By the time I got there, I had more fury built up inside me. I began my walk up to the guard rail, and what I saw shocked me........

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