Ally thought Molly was the best person ever. She thought she was the greatest friend anyone could ever ask for. Unfortunately, Molly was heading down a hole. A hole that she was digging for herself. A hole that would soon get so deep, even the brightest rays of sunshine would not reach where she would lay, curled in a ball on the bottom, forgotten. Ally was being dragged down with her. Thinking and being convinced she was happy and everything was going right. Ally was being dragged down by the person she was constantly lifting up. Sooner or later, Ally would be in the hole and Molly would bury her alive...
Habormania. "Delusions of happiness".
Ally thought she was happy. Molly made it seem like Ally was happy. But it was just about as real as Molly was (And Molly was pretty fake)
YOU ARE READING
You're not right for me
Teen Fiction"Now, yes, by the title of this story it seems like this book is about lovey-dovey stuff and all the kissing and hardships and holding hands, but actually, I'm glad to say that this isn't that book. "
