A Hand to Hold

A Hand to Hold

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WpMetadataReadTerminé lun., mars 11, 2019<5 mins
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Football/Soccer
You don't really plan to be kidnapped. You don't even really expect it to ever happen to you. After escaping captivity and torture, all Jessie wants is her life back. But six months is a long time. A lot can change. Classmates she used to call friends whisper behind hands, her boyfriend spends his free time making out with cheerleaders, and she's been left covered in scars inside and out. Can she find herself amongst the darkness and the chaos? Is there anyone out there who understands?
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Alone. A simple word that has always held many meanings to Ella, and starting her senior year at a new high school, solitude had seemed the easiest way to go. A week passed, bland and unnoticed, before her plans quickly get thrown overboard. Losing one of her most priced possessions, she finds herself making a rather simple deal with someone from school. His name, for her book. There's only one little problem; she has no idea who this person is. Laughs and tears, friends and heartbreak, and the past that comes knocking on the door. Ella faces it all as she takes on the search to find her secret admirer. ___________________ "I can't believe him after the texts, the letter, the flowers. All these months and he just tells me 'we'll talk later'", I told him, feeling absolutely frustrated. I am so damn stupid, thinking this was gonna be something special or whatever. "It isn't him", he suddenly spoke and I just rolled my eyes. He doesn't even know what he's talking about, the imbisile. "It is, you don't even know what you're talking about so shut up", I cried out, walking forth and back for the hundredth time. "Listen, I do and it isn't him", he yelled this time and I stopped walking, angrily turning to him. Can he stop just pissing me off even more? "Oh yeah? And how are you so sure?" "Because it's me"

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