chapter 9 "Saffron"

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When i was in high school it was different, everything seemed easy, well much more then home. At home i had a mother who would always tell me to clean my room, bathroom and more but at school it was more like i could be anyone i wanted to be. i chose to be popular and funny. even thought my best friend is livy and we would always hang out it didn't mean i didn't have other friends i did, there just weren't my best friend.

"omg, she is such a emo she scares me just looking at her." olivia said

"Yea, it's a wonder she has no friends!" i replied 

Saffron Reed, is the most hated person in high school. No one ever talks to her unless its something nasty. Her family owns this wast land which is this massive hole in the ground every year it falls down into the middle of the earth i think, and near the end of the year  their family fills it back up with dirt again, and so on. 

Its funny because we used to be friends in the 4 grade and then she left the school for a year and came back looking like a freak. She just sat there sitting alone at lunch so we never talked again. Saffron reed has long black hair, with a thin model like body. She wasn't ugly just that she never talked to anyone not even to the teachers.

"does anyone now the answer to this question?" miss Hensley asked.

Everyone just sat there looking into space because no one like math.

"Saffron can you please tell me what the answer is?"

Saffron just sat their she gave a quite look at her and then looked out the window like she had no idea what she said. She stared to write something down, on her book no one cared because why should there. Miss Hensley just told everyone what the answer is because she really couldn't care less about us.

"Liam came up to me and ask me for a pen" olivia said  

" oh .......wow!!!" i replied not really caring.

Because me and ivy live like 4 streets away she came over. But just right down my street at the end was Saffrons home. So she was always near us when walking home. but we never took notice of it for we didn't care for her.

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"Petal, when did you realised you were ready to go to heaven?" i asked

"i am not sure if i am but i am doing no one a favour staying here not moving on, i guess you'll just know" 

'you'll just know' when am i going to know when i am ready to leave my life.

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