Adalyn's Point of View
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Isn't it weird how our life can drastically change from one day to the next? How the life you once endeared was taken away in exchange for one that was never asked for.
Even when you've done no wrong.
Often I wonder why horrible things happen to good people. Why things I never expected to arise occur. The human mind plays a major role in this. Your mind tells you it's YOU. It makes YOU think that YOU are the problem. That YOU need to be fixed.
In a sense, maybe I might need some fixing. A fix from all the trauma. A fix for everything that went horribly wrong. A fix from reality. It's easier said than done, right?
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Two weeks have passed since Summer's sleepover.
Damien and my mom were always out at charity events and were hardly ever home. My stepsisters would sometimes accompany them. According to Peyton, "they were very well respected people." It was hard to contain my laughter after those words left her mouth. If only they knew about the mask they wore behind their pitch-perfect portrayals.
"Hmm, what time is it?" I thought while looking at my alarm clock.
It was exactly 10:30 a.m on the dot.
Working at the bakery has earned me a decent amount of money so I decided to take a trip to the mall and treat myself to new clothes. Lord knows I was in desperate need of renovating my seventh-grade closet.
Nobody seemed to care about my whereabouts, and for that, I was fortunate.
For my mom, the less she saw of me the better.
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Walking across the lawn, there was a car parked in front of the house. It looked familiar, almost similar to Mason's.
I didn't pay too much attention and continued making my way out to the front. I was probably bluffing. No way in h*ll that was him.
"England!" a voice yelled as I started walking towards the bus stop. "Over here!"
Sh*t.
I turned around and gave him a baffled expression.
He couldn't possibly be looking for me so I said what my mind's primary assumption was.
"Claire left. If that's why you're here, I mean. She drove off with Peyton and Brittany a few minutes ago."
He sighed in disappointment. "She lied."
"Lied?"
"Yeah. Claire said she was going out of town with her parents. By any chance, did you happen to overhear where they were headed off to?"
"No. They were acting a bit strange though. But c'mon, it's them we're talking about. They either took off to get pedicures or were abducted by aliens and taken to Mars," I ridiculed. "They're fine."
He laughed uncontrollably. "You're really not a fan of them, huh?"
"What do you think?" I retorted, glancing at the time displayed on my phone. "I'm sorry to cut this short but I have a bus to catch."
"Where are you rushing off to so early in the morning?"
"Greenville Mall," I answer. "Think it's time to expand my wardrobe just a little."
"I'll take you," he offered. "Mom's invited to
a dinner four days from now and she'd kill me for not having anything 'business appropriate'."
"It's okay, I don't what to bother y—you," I sputtered. "I can just take the bus."
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ADALYN
Genç KurguAfter Adalyn's mother remarried, they move to foreign grounds. For her, the thought of living in another country was an opportunity to find that missing piece of her that died along with her father. Six years have passed since his tragic death, yet...
