When life knocks you down

When life knocks you down

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If there is a God, he decided to blow ripples of pain and sadness into my life. He made it much worse than it needed to be. You must be confused so allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sasha Good, but don't let the name fool you into thinking I'm a 'good' person who does 'good' things, because I'm not. It's highly ironic, though, the name 'good' what does it symbolise, that I have 'good' luck or I am 'good' at school, well the answer is no. Too many people categorise others by their name, when it's the actions that define who we are. But enough of me rambling on, let me tell you what went wrong with my life. I'll be coarse here, I'm not going to tell you some crap about how my story is different and that if you read it your life will change, because it probably won't. But this book does have more reality and truth in it that a lot of books. So what went wrong with my life? Well, it's very simple and very cliche... I met a boy.
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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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