Death Comes in Three

Death Comes in Three

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When the school's Queen Bee's life is on the line, sworn enemies must combine forces to ensure the safety of the person they care for the most. - "Yeah she's gone to the cemetery like she does every morning. I thought she would have stopped by now. It's been a year and she's never missed a morning. My mom's death affected her the most. They were so close, and she lost her so suddenly. It hurt like hell for all of us, but she changed after Mom died. She's closed off and reckless. She doesn't talk to me anymore, she doesn't really talk to anyone anymore. It sucks because I lost my mother and my sister at the same time. I would do anything to help her, but I have no clue how. She's just so distant. She's never home, she's constantly at the auto shop or god knows where. I miss them both so much Nikki."
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Ages 14+ (lesbian concepts and some profanity) This is not your everyday love story, okay? It's not a chick flick either. The events and themes within my pages have meaning, depth, truth-and most of all, reality. You are about to be taken on an adventure about a girl who's life is not like everybody else's. I look like a normal teen girl, I mean, I have hair and two eyes and two hands and feet like everybody else, but I couldn't feel more different. I have two moms, yes. Let's just get that out there before you start reading and close my diary like everyone in my life has shut me out of theirs. All I want is a normal life with normal friends who don't judge me because of my home situation. I don't even remember the last time I went on a sleepover or called somebody my age. I don't mean to be a downer, because it does get better. Life gets better. Struggles are only temporary, I know that now. And by my last words reach your eyes, I've come a long way, and have grown to see potential in myself. I'm sharing this with you because I want to make a difference. I know now that I'm not the only one in the world that feels alone. I've been there, done that, and there's more loneliness to come, but for now, I feel more prepared for it. I know how it feels to sit by yourself at lunch every day and how it feels to watch others go to prom with dates and feel like shit because you don't think you'd even have any friends to go with. Please ready my diary. I am much older now, and much more wiser, and I can't wait for you to realize the potential in yourself, too.

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