The hallway was noisy and busy ,like it always was on Friday afternoon. It looked like a crazy jumble of arms and legs all but together in one crazy hallway.Everyone seemed to be in a big rush to start the weekend. All except me that is . To me school means nothing but a way to get away from the loneliness of home . My parent's died when I was ten,or should I say murdered when I was ten . Their words still hunt me every time I close my eyes."you're special,"My father used to say. His warm voice made me feel like I was in a place where there was nothing but fun and family. Family is one of those words that lift you down.life has been tough, having to lose them . If only I......I have been smarter. At that moment I found my self crying while standing in front of my locker, which was always neat and well organised, since I'm a clean freak and all. I can't stand dart I can't stand jerks and most of all i can't stand blood.That day I got home earlier then usual,the a house was quiet as always and ofcourse clean .
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broken heart
Teen FictionDarkness was home , and sadness was hope , but everything changed, thanks to one guy . With bright blonde hair blue eyes and an even brighter smile
