Hey, Snoop_dawg here! This is the first story by me on MYMS_Craft, so it might not be the best, anyhow, I will definitely complete it, despite homework now being a general cause of detentions at school, here you go!
All this stuff going on:
My mum getting married to a stupid idiot who only wants money, me and my new boyfriend, school.
When would it ever get sorted out?
Maybe never. Maybe tomorrow
I didn't know,and nor did anyone else.
And I had to do something
So, one Month later, mum signed me up to join a support group, to (quote) share my problems with people my age to understand I'm not alone (unquote)
I didn't want anything to change. I wanted mum to marry her love, I wanted my boyfriend to still like me by the time he found out all of my problems, and I still wanted to go to the same school, to see my same friends for the next few years before uni.
But everything would change.
And so, I reluctantly joined, despite my body not wanting to.
And here I am...
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"Hello, everybody! My name is Kate, and I run this little support group community!"
"Before we begin, I'm going to ask you to make a really big promise, that you are all going to remember for the whole of this course, and here it is: If you here a false rumor going around about someone here, that you wouldn't say to the person in real life, and means harm to the person, don't spread it, okay?"
There is a small murmur of 'yes' and some of 'no' whispered, and I am one of them who says 'no':
What the hell is a rumor without not being true, a rumor is meant to be false, that is precisely the point of a rumor.
Oh well...she's already started, and we are making our way round the table, discussing all our problems to everyone. Then she comes to me.
"Lily?"
"Yes, Kate?"
"You can now begin", she says as though we are all in some sort of SAT test. She crosses off an angry picture of me on a piece of paper, and asks what experiences I have had in the past, like I'm some sort of serial killer, which, by the way, if you just started worrying, I am not.
I suddenly feel uncomfortable.
I don't want all of these people to know about my family.
I don't know them.
But I know that none of them have had the same things happen to them as they have to me.
I can feel my hands shaking.
I hear Kate shouting at me: "Lily, you don't have to share this if you don't want to"
This is drowned in to a giant accompaniment of other noises, all of them sound like bees buzzing times 100.
I feel sick.
I need...to...go...
I try to run, but I can't. I trip and fall onto the hard, concreted ground
And then my life flashes past me in a milisecond, and I feel my head smashing into a million pieces onto the floor.
And then, there is darkness.
