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"Now class work in pairs and brainstorm story ideas." the teacher said. Can this day get worse? "So wanna write a love story?" Ryan said. "You know, between me and you?" he winked. "When did you get your attitude." I muttered. "What attitude," he smirked, clearly know what I meant. He leant back. "So when you gonna start?" he smirked again. I groaned and wrote A plan. "Douche." I muttered under my breath. He started sleeping. SLEEPING! I got on with the work, at the end if the lesson I woke Ryan up. "Atleast write your name," I scowled as he stretched. 

(Suicide is included here so feel free to pass this but in italics :))

Plan by Y/n and Ryan

A girl has two dads, she's adopted

She loved one and hated the other who didn't make time for her because of work

The one she hated was later diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. 

She refused to visit him in his last days even though the loved father persisted to ask.

A week later the hated father died. Guilt and regret flooded her, the loved father took on alcohol and died from its poison. She felt worse and worse.

She then took on drugs and overdosed. Leaving her boyfriend the same as she felt.



"Huh, pretty deep," he muttered. Whatever. 

I ate my lunch in silence and then went home.

I was just finishing the tiny bit of homework when my phone dinged.

Unknown

Come to the pond in 30 minutes. Or else.



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