So, I was back on emo mode.
I absolutely HATED the world and HATED school and had somehow managed to develop a crush on Harry.
And, I had suddenly become prone to pain from Hetty's torture. I don't know why I stuck with her - I was worthless and invisible anyway.
I don't know why I was like this - maybe if I had changed earlier, I wouldn't be like I am now. I would be permanently broken and fixed in a painful cycle of eternity.
I don't even know why I was upset when my parents said we would be moving - I would be better off trying to make new friends, right?
That was the problem. I didn't know how to make friends and was unwilling to leave harry because, even though Hetty was secretly torture, I believed I was in live with Harry. Stupid. I know.
I was still dragged away and forced into a new environment somewhere across the country.
I wish Hetty had somehow actually killed me before I left because my life was going to become way WORSE.
Why was I sad to leave that place?
Why did I think this new place would be better?
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Teen FictionIt truly started when I came to my new high school as a transfer student, but I think the story runs deeper than that. Way back into the roots of my junior high and old school, where I was once normal.... Ok, maybe I was always this crazy, but I did...
