The Broken Blossom

Part 18

Chapter 18

10th June Wednesday.

10th march.
Neither okay nor not okay.
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Does this person ever wonder that these doesn't make sense? She's crazy, I know that. A crazy physcopath, since I know. Since time immemorial.
I've actually known her since I was 8. Me and my family went to our uncle's house, which was at the same place as hers, I guess. But now they moved.
The afternoons there were really too boring, every single day. So, Sam, my two cousins, and I used to spend the afternoons at a park nearby. Sam and our eldest cousin was pretty 15 or 16, so yeah, we had freedom cause no elder would stroll along, like they used to when we were like, 3? 
So, we spent like 4-5 hours in the park. My younger cousin was 4 years old and of course I was alone. I couldn't even play on the swings alone, cause the swings were either too tall, for me and my feet won't reach the ground, or too short, for the 3-4 year olds. Swings were my favorite but none was there to push it.
Staying lonely like that I found Jenna, the quiet kid, her black hair covering her face,  counting flower petals, crouching beside a flower bed. I asked her to play in the swings, and she did.   From that day we used to play together, until that month ended. Dad took off from his work for only one month.
Only the story wasn't meant to end there.
Before like 3 years I found her over social media. And she have been bossing over me since then.
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'The lost keys to heart'
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Again? Literally? She's really mad. How many times she's going to read it, and become sad? And cry? Okay. She doesn't cry. That's what she says me. She haven't cried in years. Whatever be the truth, but why anyone would lie about crying?
That book is a packet of emotions and it's kinda depressing. But trust me,  she've read it like 50 times.
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Yeah, it's damn depressing. The story, every single word, every single curve of each word just seems to go through every cell of mine. It's just so beautiful.
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Can she stop those stupid rambles? How can reading a book again and again can make you understand it better? I don't understand the reason to read so many books and confuse yourself probably, or make yourself sad.

Ofcourse I get sad, but you know:
Boys hides their emotions.

'Ashh. Dinner.'
Mom calls and I keep it down. I'm actually surprised. The time moving so fast and I'm reading so much more. I never have read this much so that I lose track of time.
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During the whole dinner thing, mom and dad were busy in their own world. Talking about stuff or people or something I never knew existed. I can't stop wondering why Jenna would send me this and  why haven't she replied my texts yet?

I'm good with this one probably.

2nd edit done for this.
3rd round of edits.