Hey there. So this is my first published book in a while so please don't judge! I tried. I really did. The updates should come out every 2-4 days considering it doesn't take a whole lot of time to write this kind of story. Anyways.... blah blah blah... I hope you enjoy this book!! \(^~^)/ - Carly Reed, aka TheWaffleHouse
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[ Monday, September 18, 2017. 4:16pm ]
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Dialing: 1-800-966-5496, The Teen Helpline:
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"Hello. Welcome to the Teen Helpline. My name is Scott. How can I be of service to you today?"
"Oh, uh, hi."
"Hi"
"-Hi"
"Can I help you with anything? Our job here at the Teen Helpline is to make sure that all our customers leave here with a change of mind or a better mental state. What persuaded you to make this call today?"
"Oh, well. Umm. I have r-recently moved to a new s-school in Toronto, f-from Virginia actually. Ummm, it's only the first week of senior year in high school and i'm already t-the laughing stock of the school. I haven't done anything out of the ordinary. Iv'e always blended in. No one ever noticed me, and that's the way I liked it."
"Okay, and did you contact us first of did you go to a friend or a family member first?"
"I don't have any friends."
"Uh-. Okay. What about family members? Family members can be very helpful in these types of situations, whether it be an aunt or uncle. Grandparent or mom or dad."
"My family doesn't give a shit about me. I'm a foster child. All my brothers and sisters, their not like me. They don't give any fucks whether or not I live or die. How about that for family to talk to? Huh? Oh, but you've probably heard worse, haven't you?"
"This is not about what we have heard here, it is about you. We are here to talk about you. Now what about your foster parents?"
"They didn't even want me. I just got placed in their care. All they do is rip the blankets off of me in the morning and throw me a take out container of Chinese food every night for dinner. So do you really think I can talk to them about my life if they don't even feed me breakfast in the morning? Huh!? NO! No I can't! My life is fucked up! And I called you to get help from you and only YOU! So stop asking about whether or not iv'e gotten help from other people because apparently I haven't! Happy now!? Are you fucking happy now!?"
"Shhhhh. Please, you don't need to yell. It's okay. Ah.. shit. I mean it's not okay. That is really- I am so, so sorry. I could tell you my life struggles but they wouldn't even compare to yours. I won't bother. Heh- let's continue, shall we? So what have been your-"
"Go on."
"I'm sorry. What?"
"Go on. I need a distraction. To be honest, I kinda just called so I can talk to someone who can just distract me for a moment. So go on. Even if they don't compare to mine, I wanna hear your life struggles."
"Ummm, are you sure. I mean, I kinda feel like I'm bragging now once I tell you."
"I'm sure. Please? For me to be satisfied by the end of this call I need you to tell me your life struggles."
"Umm.. I guess if that's what you want. Okay then, my struggles start in-"
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Hey. Thanks to anyone who clicked on this book and decided to read it. You are a very poor decision maker... jkjkjk. Your amazing and I love you all. I hope you enjoy this story in the future!! \(^~^)/ - Carly Reed, aka TheWaffleHouse
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