One Second

One Second

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Meet Athena Brooks. She's the easiest person to talk to. She's literally friends with everyone but has 2 special friends that has been there since birth. She has a smile that never fades - well, that's her little facade that she puts up with for the public to see. Right when she closes her front door everyday, the mask was completely off. She didn't have to worry about anyone seeing her like that. No one was home. Except for her brother that was in the basement. Her brother whom she has no relationship with whatsoever. Her parents? Workaholics. Before it was her grandma that was always there for her. But after a tragic, she was gone. Just. Like. That. She was the only person who kept Athena sane. Now that she's gone, how will Athena take it? She tries to commit suicide. Key word : Tried She was interrupted by an unexpected robbery. The robbers? The 2 baddest boys whom she shares a neighborhood with. What happens next when they both barge into the bathroom to find Athena's unconscious body?
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"She's right! She's right! I don't cut in the right spot." My hold tightens on my wrist. The red blood oozes out of my wrist. I slide up and grab my bag and run out of the bathroom. I don't care if people can see the blood I just want to get out. I race for the doors and shove through people. I earn a lot of glares and glances that read "weirdo." I ignore and push. I run to my house and lock myself in my bathroom. I don't bother closing the front door cause I don't care if people come in to kill me. I grab my razor and cut deep cuts into my arm and wrists falling into a pool of my own blood. • • • Evangeline has a great life. Friends? Check! Good grades? Check! Loving family? Check! But what if she has secrets that nobody knows of? What if the only thing she can trust is her secret diary? What if slowly but surly she's dying inside? How can an innocent twelve year old deal with these problems? Will she keep on facing these problem till the day she breaks. Her school burns down forcing her into a different school to meet different people and she has to fit into a different lifestyle as well. Meet Evangeline. Now at 17 years of age in a new high school. Not all girls anymore. No uniform. Meet Drake. Your classic bad-boy. He just moved to Saint Abigail high school. He is assigned partners with the quiet, calm, unnoticed Evangeline. As time progresses he finds that she isn't as happy on the inside as she is on the outside. Can he save her? Or is it too late? • • • Some rude language. Depression and cutting. Don't say I didn't warn you. Okay, I wrote this at the start of this year (may 2016) and I had very poor writing skills. This book hasn't been edited and the whole idea is cliche so I wouldn't recommend you read it but I'm not stopping you, either. Read at your own risk. • • • Copyright © 2017 by -moonlust. All rights reserved.

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