"Logic will take you from A to B; Imagination will take you everywhere."
-Albert Einstein.
This is a chance for all the great writers across the world, with unthinkable imaginations, amazing talents, to show case their works and win awar...
When fifteen-year-old Abbey Heart decided to leave her only family, her intention was to leave her troubled past behind and begin a fresh new life with a bright future. Finding another home was easy. Living her teenage life in peace when she constantly saw her past in a guy with striking sea-blue eyes and a girl with flowing auburn hair was the hard bit. The worst part was that she had to interact with both of them, one out of choice and the other out of force. Letting go of what had happened before wasn't as simple as Abbey had thought it would be. But she was determined to make it happen. She wasn't going to let her past control her future.
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"Mom! Please don't do this mom!" I panic awfully, to see my mother standing on the railing of the balcony. A little movement, and she would fall. I keep calling her name, begging her to come down. But she doesn't listen. I want her to listen.And says her last words, "I'm fed up of the torture, Stacey. And I'm not going to die. I'll always be alive inside your mind and heart. I love you Stacey. And wish you best luck for your future. And please don't stop me. This is what I want. And this only good for you..."And saying this, she jumps. I run to the railing and move my gaze to a body lying twenty floors down, covered with blood. And I cry, and cry, until I black out.-*-*-* I'm alive, but I feel lifeless. I'm weak in my heart, but they think I am strong. I'm in love, but my friends don't know. I miss my mother, but no one cares.My name's Stacey Marlow and I am eighteen years old, and unlike any other teenager I don't want to live my life. Not after my mother died. Not until I make her murderers pay for it.
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