Seeing Him Again

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This is my first story so don't judge it plzzzzzzzzzz.

                                     Chapter 1  

Noah and Mila have been bestfriends since kindergarden. They would do everything together have sleepovers, dance parties and even their  birthdays was the same day September 17th. It wasn't until our 10th birthday  he told  me that his parents were moving to New York , she would still remember  that day, was the day we hold one another n cry to sleep all night long, even in the morning when he was going away they would  hold each other and cry. Her parents would always try to cheer her up but all  she did was cry.

On their 14th birthday her phone wouldn't stop ringing so she answered it and the person  said it was Noah they cried happy tears he told Mila that her mom gave him her number. They  would talk all day and all night long, they would facetime and  laugh all about the memories they have of each other and tell each other how they  miss one another and couldn't wait to see each other again. Mila was always bullied at for being the 'nerd ' by Sandra she's the school head cheerleader and her followers Megan and Stacy they thinks  they owns the school but she doesn't  mind them as long she  get good grades and make her parents proud.

Her  parents don't know  that she get bullied at school. One day it was third period where she had mathematics, every students came in and sit down waiting on Mrs. Lockhart to come, she then came in and announce that we have a quiz that day, most students were groaning while some were mumbling and Mila was smiling because of her favourite subject her eyes then glance on Sandra who was giving her the evil eyes. She instantly stop smiling so when class was over  she  gathered her stuff to run out of the class but she was  stopped her and slapped her across the face that was the first time she's was to hurt her physical  and from that day forward her life has being nightmare. Mila has also being self-harming herself  but hide my cuts with handbands from my parents and fake happiness.

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