I Hope I'm Making You Proud

I Hope I'm Making You Proud

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She wiped the tears off her face, smudging her mascara. She let herself fall, and now, she was on her knees in the tall grass. She looked up at the sky and smiled. Her first genuine smile since it had happened. "We did it. Can you hear me?" She says, tears now gliding down her cheek. "We did it, Lily. I know you're watching over me. I hope I'm making you proud." ****** A story in which Mona Sanders, mother of 16 year old Lily Sanders, fights to work against teen suicide, starting in her own community. CAUTION: As this book deals with working against teen suicide, suicide and other triggering events will be mentioned. Please only read if you feel comfortable. Thank you.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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