Miss claver was amazed by how far kids nowadays could and would go they stopped fearing rules.
It truly is amazing so cruelly amazing.
"Continue," Miss Claver said to Chloe.
"As you wish," she said back.
" it was summer now I was free from their wicked clutches in Italy.
Of course my parents found out about me cutting and I mustered up the courage to tell them about everything, of course, I left out everything that happened before the man in the woods but they told me to enjoy my time here and once we get back that I was going to change schools this one wasn't liveable anymore.
So that was what I did. It was hard but I stopped purging and tried to stop looking at my weight even when I hear those voices in my head telling me I'm not good enough I had learned to ignore them. and my parents made me feel like I was alive so I didn't resort to cutting anymore.
When September came by, I felt like I was ready to start again ready to get my life together at a new school>
I thought that my past would stay in the past, I didn't know yet that your past will always keep hinting you no matter what."
"What do you mean?" Miss Claver questioned.
"I was enrolled in a private school two towns over. I would stay in a dorm and would only go home during the holidays. It was the perfect plan that way I would never see them again.
Saint Peter Nicolas, that's where I meet him the third reason why I am a bad person."
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I Am A Bad Person
Ficção Adolescente'Hi, my name is Chloe Thomson and I'm a bad person.' That was the first sentence she said to her shrink. With those words said miss Claver started writing down in her note book. Scribble, Scratch, Scribble. That was the only sound in the room. ...
