Chapter 1

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"How was band camp?" emilia asks me and Bessie as we get into the car. "great!" I reply just itching to get home and tell my mom about how great of a day I had today after that breakdown I had last night. "oh and guess what?" emilia says. "what?" I reply back cheerfully. "looks like your spending the night!" she says even more cheerfully. my face drops. "what" I say in a not so cheerful voice. "your mom called and brought clothes over so you can spend the night!" she says as she looks back, making me speedily form a fake smile "that's great!" I say. she turns back and my face drops instantly. I text her

{ ?!? without a warning?!} while I wait for her to reply back I think of how many times she's done that, and about how I wanted to tell her about my day. I feel my phone vibrate

{ I'm having issues right now, bear with me}

Bear with her? so if she has issues I get kicked out every time? I reply

{ fine}

And don't look at my phone again

When I get to Bessie's house I get a piece of paper and write :

I'm sorry I'm mad but I'm even more sorry that everytime you have an "issue" or a " problem" I get kicked out of the house like i don't live there either!

After I'm done I rip up the paper and throw the pieces away. I guess my rock that's supposed to be always there is always breaking from under me.

So goes the life of an unstable girl.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 31, 2014 ⏰

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