Take Me Away

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Parts 10
Time 12m

Reads 844
Votes 7
Parts 10
Time 12m

|| Prologue ||
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    Chloe's POV
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     "Hey Paigy-Mac!" l exclaim, running over. She whips around. "Hey Chlo!" She says, as we run off to class. Life's great. We're popular- the most popular in school. Have amazing boyfriends. Amazing friends. Amazing homes. Amazing family's. Life's perfect. I run to class and sit between Paige and Josh, my boyfriend, with the rest of the group surrounding us. I smile, laugh. We have an amazing time. We always had amazing times. Life's great. My life is a lie, is all l think as life goes on. But that's just a memory. Their all memory's now. I slide down the wall tears blurring my vision. My face red. My eyes puffy and red. My hair a mess. I feel around under the small table in my private bathroom. I pull my razor out from its spot. I yank my sleeve up to reveal what l can't see of my arm from tears, but know it's covered from cuts. I drag the blade across my arm, as the blood pours out, along with my old life. 
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    || end of prologue ||
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    message me if you want the book to be dedicated to you. only the first four get it.All Rights Reserved

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|| Prologue ||
    •
    Chloe's POV
    •
     "Hey Paigy-Mac!" l exclaim, running over. She whips around. "Hey Chlo!" She says, as we run off to class. Life's great. We're popular- the most popular in school. Have amazing boyfriends. Amazing friends. Amazing homes. Amazing family's. Life's perfect. I run to class and sit between Paige and Josh, my boyfriend, with the rest of the group surrounding us. I smile, laugh. We have an amazing time. We always had amazing times. Life's great. My life is a lie, is all l think as life goes on. But that's just a memory. Their all memory's now. I slide down the wall tears blurring my vision. My face red. My eyes puffy and red. My hair a mess. I feel around under the small table in my private bathroom. I pull my razor out from its spot. I yank my sleeve up to reveal what l can't see of my arm from tears, but know it's covered from cuts. I drag the blade across my arm, as the blood pours out, along with my old life. 
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    || end of prologue ||
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    message me if you want the book to be dedicated to you. only the first four get it.

10 parts