Chapter 2

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 ~Emma's POV~

I wish people could just understand me... I would tell people, but I'm too scared. I wish I could tell someone all about the hell that I call my life. Besides, I don't know anyone well enough yet.

The guy I sit next to in a lot of classes is okay. It has only been 8 months since he started at this school. He always tries to talk to me, but isn't pushy. I like that about him. I'm starting to feel like I trust him. We know a decent amount about each other, since he is always trying to start conversations. Saying that, it is more like I know a lot about him.

I sort of feel bad the fact that I know quite a lot about him but he doesn't even know if I have any siblings though. I might tell him about me... The only thing is, even though he has had quite a rough life from what he has told me, I feel like I will be throwing too much on him if I explain what has happened to me... I don't know what I'm going to do...

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