8.2
"I've had your plane tickets for months, Piper. You're coming home for Christmas, and that's final."
My hand tightens around the administration office phone. It's the only time she's called me since I got here.
"I don't want to come home," I tell her. "I'd rather stay here."
"You'll be on that plane."
I hang up the phone.
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Fragments
Teen FictionOne bridge. Two guys. Three secrets. Four therapists. Five attempts. Six months. Seven bad habits. Eight family meetings. Nine visits. Ten cuts. One death. Spiritual #4
