Life had always been hard for me. I shut everyone out, I always thought they didn't need the trouble. I got bad grades, smoked and drunk alot. Nobody but my mom had ever given me a second glance, but she died when I was 10. About two years after she died, this boy Jake, made fun of me for crying on her birthday. I got so angry I beat him up, I broke 3 of his ribs, and his nose. Nobody has ever fucked with me since then, except the occasional douchebag. I've always been the outcast, nobody pays attention to me. The teachers don't even care what I do anymore. All I want, no all I need, is someone who cares. But no matter how many shooting stars I wish on, I will always be alone..or so I thought.
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Shooting Stars
Teen FictionLife had always been hard for me. I shut everyone out, I always thought they didn't need the trouble. I got bad grades, smoked and drunk alot. Nobody but my mom had ever given me a second glance, but she died when I was 10. About two years after she...
