book 1: completed.
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a person who has been rejected by society or a social group
"Welcome to a world where being yourself isn't good enough"
The Outcast, The Jerk, And The 200$ Bet
Sequel is out.
Editing in Process
Hold on, I still want you • • Come back, I still need you • • Let me take your hand, • • I'll make it right • • I swear to love you all my life • • Hold on, • • I still need you • •
"Papa, can I stay home today?"
"Why sunshine, you have a performance today"
I looked down sadly, playing with the straps of my backpack as I sat at the backseat of the car, "it's mother's day and kids make fun of me because my mommy won't be there again".
My father parked the car as we reached school, he unbuckled himself, turning around to face me, " You can't let their words get to you mamas",
I glanced up my my father with glossy eyes, "I know Pop's, sometimes I just wish she was here", my father reached to grab my hand,
" She's here, in you're heart. As long as she's there, she'll never be away. You'll go out there, with or without her, you'll perform and do amazing. Because you are my daughter, and my daughter never gives up".
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My thoughts were everywhere. I couldn't seem to process everything that was going around me. She's dying? No she can't, she just came back. I can't lose her again. No, no please. I began to pace around the room as my hands began to shake, oh god not again. Suddenly I felt like I was trapped and my chest felt heavy I felt like I couldn't breath and my vision became blurry from my tears, I closed my eyes as I tried to calm my heavy breathing,
"Bianca are you okay?", I raised my hand in a way telling her to say, I began to count back slowly from ten. After a moment I opened my eyes, tears streaming down my face, Hailey glanced over at my, crying uncontrollably.
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I slowly made my way towards her, stopping at the edge of the couch, I leaned down grabbing her hand making her stand up I didn't hesitate before wrapping my arms around her neck, embracing her into a bone crushing hug. It didn't take long before she wrapped her arms around my waist, sobbing quietly into the crocked of neck, " its okay baby, its okay", she kept whispering into my ear as I cried uncontrollably.
We stayed in a never ending hug, so many feelings put into the embrace between a mother and daughter. I hugged her tighter, in a way making up for all those years I wished she was here to embrace me in a motherly hug. After a while we both pulled away, I stared at her before inhaling deeply, trying to control my sobs,
