before we go (on hold)

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EDITED!!

|A/N| The first few chapters will be a little rusty because they are more focused on introductions to the characters. What they are like, their past. People who have gone through what they have and think like they do like to take things slow. This book is just one big process and long journey for these teenagers. This chapter is absolute trash in my opinion but the beginnings are always a little rough for me. It may not be very good now, but give this story a chance to develop because I have big plans for this which is definitely getting me excited. E.

"So here's what we're going to do," The chirpy lady-who was also known as Ms. Trudy Turner, according to the name tag pinned to her bright yellow shirt-said loudly, "We're each going to introduce ourselves in front of the group, name and age, starting from the person on my left."

Most of the teenagers looked uncomfortable with the idea of having to talk in front of everybody, few even looked scared. After a minute or two of complete silence, the boy on Trudy's left rolled his eyes and stood up.

"I'm Calum and I'm seventeen." He said hurriedly in a monotone. He quickly sat down lowered his head, avoiding all eye contact, similar to what he has been doing since he entered.

"Very good," Trudy said enthusiastically, clapping in a frantic manner before realizing no one was going to clap along. "Okay, thank you, Calum. Now the girl on his left, please introduce yourself." She gestured to the girl on Calum's left side.

To everyone's surprise, she jumped up out of her seat, actually looking eager to introduce herself. "I'm Dakota and I'm sixteen." She chirped, grinning widely at everyone before gracefully sitting back down in her seat. Her actions were truly surprising because, moments ago, she looked just as gloomy and disappointed to be here as the rest.

It went on like that for almost half an hour. Trudy would look at them expectantly and it would take a moment before they actually stood and introduced themselves. Not all were as enthusiastic as Dakota, but that was not very surprising, but a few of them were quite interesting. A girl named Goergia looked like she was about to burst into tears when she was introducing herself, she looked like she was barely holding on.

"So now that we all know we've all introduced ourselves, how about we have a little story time?" Trudy asked, but made it sound like an order. The teenagers held in their groans and protests, and shifted uncomfortably in their seats. "We are going to be spending a lot of time together as a group, therefore we have to build a bond with each other. And the first step to build a bond is trusting each other. We must learn to trust each other by telling the group one of our secrets. we have to trust them with that secret. And once you feel as if you trust a person, you feel closer to them. So let us begin with you, Corina."

Corina was an interesting girl who was home schooled since middle school because she didn't exactly get along with her classmates in pre-school. Most of the time, she would make excuses to skip her home-schooling by pretending to go to the grocery for chores and coming home empty handed because 'the lines were deathly long'. With her platinum blonde hair-that was so light, it looked silver in some lights- , dark make-up and style and devil-may-care attitude, she did come off as a little intimidating.

She shrugged and chewed on the piercing on her lip, "I stole a bag of lemons from my neighbor's lemonade stand."

The others snickered but Trudy coughed and spoke again, "Interesting, but we're looking for something deeper. Something you would tell a close friend or family member. How about you give it a try, Griffin?" 

Griffin was a quite boy, there wasn't much about him. At least that's what his parents thought up until his seventeenth birthday when he tried to jump off his apartment balcony which was at least twenty stories high. He was already tipping off the top of the railing when his dad caught him. No one knew the reason why he did it. He never talked when someone asked about it.