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I tried to hate her I really did, but I couldn't.
I had been attending West Side New York high-school for almost a year now, I hated it. So many preps and sticks up attended it. I was thankful enough to have met at least one person that wasn't stuck up, Ryan. That didn't fix the things at home, the tension between me and my mo ever since my father died. I hated how she thought this was what he would want, forcing me to go somewhere I didn't want to.
Things were different the October before I lost my father. Everything changed after that, she changed, Fern Halfway.