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"Yo , fresh meat!" A guy a little taller me screamed.
I walk over to him and punch him front in the nose causing him to bust his ass. All of his friends stood there like they just shit there pants. I clenched me fists and they all ran.
I went back to my bed and went through my suitcase. I pulled out the picture of Morgan and Ellie. Morgan is so beautiful. Ellie is such a cute little girl. I wonder how they are doing. I already miss them and it has been less than 24 hours.
I grab a piece of paper and a pen and start writing.
Dear Morgan,
I just punched a guy and made all of his friends shit there pants. I bet they won't mess with me anymore. Military school is already my bitch. I miss you. I also miss Ellie. I miss seeing your face every morning. I miss having Ellie in my arms. I want to hug you right now. I sound like a fucking pussy right now. Please write back. I love you so much Morgan Milkovich.
Carl Gallagher
I walk out of the building to send this to Morgan. Some guys come up to me and grab the envelope out of my hand.
"What's this?" The guy laughed looking at all of his friends.
"What the fuck do you think it is?"
"Who do you think you are fucking talking to like that?" He said sternly.
I punch him right in the gut and grab the envelope out of his hands. I walk away while he was bitching on the cement.
I get to the mailbox and throw the envelope in there. I walk away seeing guys start to run away once they saw it was me. I'm ruling this bitch already. Everyone knows not to mess with "The Carl Gallagher."
You definitely don't mess with Morgan Milkovich. She's one crazy bitch but my crazy bitch. God, I haven't missed anyone like this before. How am I gonna stay here without her?
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~skips to a few days later~
Morgan's POV
I heard someone at the door so I got up and saw all of the mail splattered on the floor. I picked one up that was addressed to me.
I open it and it was a letter from Carl. As I read it, I started to tear up. My eyes were burning. I was trying to so hard not to cry. I have to be tough for my family.
"What is that?" Lip asked.
I turned around and he saw that I saw crying. My face and eyes were super red. You can always tell when I just cried. My eyes turn into this really pretty green color and my whole face turns red since it is so sensitive.
Before Lip could say anything, the front door comes flying open. It was my mother. She looked like she was high on meth.
She runs at me knocking me to the ground. I slam my head on the living room floor. Everything was spinning.
All I could hear was Lip screaming at my mother. I look over at the steps and see Molly and Mike running down the stairs. I try to warn them not to come down here but nothing came out of my mouth.
My head is pounding. There is so much noise around me. No one is even helping me.
I hear someone come through the back door but I couldn't really see who it is. I feel someone grab my arm, I look up and see a guy but it was so blurry that I couldn't tell who it was.
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"Morgan! Can you hear me?" Iggy yelled.
I opened my eyes and see everyone gathered around me. The whole room was still spinning.
"Stop yelling" I whispered.
Molly and Mike jump on my lap hugging me. I push them off of me and try to walk up the stairs. Joey comes running behind me because he knew I was gonna fall.
I finally get up to the room and lay down on Carl's bed. Molly and Mike walk through the door and lay right next to me. I felt loved at that very moment. I wish they didn't have to witness that. I wish our mother left us years ago and never came back.
I drift off with Molly and Mike laying on me.
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I woke up between my siblings. My head was still pounding. I slide out of the bed making sure the kids didn't wake up. I walk to the bathroom realizing that I had to throw up.
Someone comes up behind me and I jump. I thought it was going to be my mother. They really need to stop sneaking up behind me.
"Do you need anything?" Fiona asked.
"Can you bring me pie?" I look up from the toilet.
"Yeah, I hope you feel better." Fiona rubbed my back.
I thought she was trying to stop caring about us. Fiona could never do that. She always cares no matter what. I'm glad she is like a mother figure to me. The other guys don't appreciate her but I really appreciate that she took us in and took care of us.
I stand up from the bathroom floor and walk downstairs. Frank is laying on the living room floor with Monica.
Frank jumps up and automatically checks on Monica. He was freaking out.
"She's dead." Frank looked like his heart was shredded.
