Short side note. Hey, just a little message before you begin. The chapters in this story are meant to be short. I'm planning on having many though so don't worry {about 70}
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.Temper is short. Just like a fuse. Soon, you run out of patience. You stop trying to conceal your anger. You scream. Lash out. Tear things apart. That's exactly what I did. They say I have a history of it. No one thought it could lead to problems until now. Should have seen it coming. I'm like a loose cannon these days anyways. Do or say anything without thinking, and then, if I live to see the consequences, I deal with them.
Sadly, my actions aren't easily dealt with. Not anymore.
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Over the deep end
Teen FictionShe doesn't know what her future holds. Scared, lifeless and no hope for anything. Clinging to the life that she knows, the one she had. The one that she took for granted everyday. But she'll never get that life back. After all, it was her fault.
