Prolouge

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The fact that people don't understand what's happening is what upsets me. You but on a fake smile everyday and people automatically think you're happy. That's the case with Michael Clifford.

Michael was a boy who always smiled and it light up a room. Just because he was happy on the outside didn't mean he was happy on the outside. At home it was chaos for him. His parents barely knew he exist because of all the business trips they took and that they were always engrossed into their work. Yes, his parents were really successful people but that doesn't mean they ripped people off for money.

They actually did work for it but they rarely ever took time off for their child. One of Michaels favorite things to do was just sit down and play his guitar. It was the only thing that relaxed him besides just sleeping in his heap of stuffed animals on his bed. All Michael ever wanted was people to notice him and they're was only a few who did, but sadly he didn't know who they were.

They would leave little notes in his locker or on his bed. Think about it one day you come home and notice a bunch of letters of someone confessing their love for you. It freaked him out in some ways because he knew they were watching him. When he was sleeping, playing guitar, every day when he was walking from school he could feel eyes on him.

Surprisingly he never reported it or told anyone about it. I mean who would he tell anyways, his stuffed animals, he told then a secret once and they blabbed it to the others. Never again will he trust Mr. Snuggles. They only reason he never told it was because he felt loved for once, people finally noticed that he exist and they 'love him'. Maybe love is a strong word...but that's what they always tell him.

He only realized he should of told someone when it was too late...

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This is my first book and I'm not completely sure if I want to keep this.

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