Seven weeks since they died. Seven weeks since I had to live with these idiots. How could they do this to me? Just go and get killed like that? I mean, I know it wasn't their fault, but they were the world to me.
They were everything to me. I told them everything. When I had a crush, when I was scared, when I was embarrassed. I told them all my secrets, there was nothing between us. And now their gone.
Buried underground. Dead!
I feel a tap on my shoulder. "Olivia, Darling, It's time for supper!" Ms. Chester says, happily. I roll my eyes at her. "I'm not hungry," I growl. She hesitates in the doorway. "You haven't aten anything in days!" She finally announces.
"I said I'm not hungry." I whisper. "Okay. But if you are there will be rolls on the table downstairs!" She says. Once she leaves, I pull out my sketchbook and my pencil.
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Slowly Drying
Non-FictionOlivia Prestons life is falling apart. When it seems like nothing else can go wrong, it does. Will things ever get better? Will she ever be happy again?
