To: anthony@gmail.com
From: lilith@gmail.com
Subject: Attempt #17
Do you remember when we would stay up late and listen through the thin walls of your house? Listen to your parents fighting melting into laughter? How it all seemed to shift when alcohol got involved. I remember that same night, you telling me that you wouldn't wish that experience on anybody.
At school the other day, some girls hid my clothes after PE. They never told me where they were and I spent a majority of my 4th period looking for them. (They were in a backpack from the lost and found.) I know in most cases people would tell a teacher or something. But it's like Dave, it's just a joke. It's not going to go any farther, it's just a joke.
-Lilith
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Hurt
Non-FictionIn some way people are messed up. It always hurts and sometimes you feel like nothing is okay anymore. I, Lilith McKellner can relate. Because when I was about fourteen, I was asked to grow up faster than I wanted to. Because I caused pain to someon...
