The Boy With Brown Eyes

The Boy With Brown Eyes

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"Ew, Why are you always wearing those emo band shirts?" "Ew, Why are you always wearing barbies look?" I stick my tongue out at her and left, i don't have the energy for the fake plastic Barbie and her crew today. I walk to the library, the only place that feels like home. Angel is tired of her life, who could blame her? She was bullied at school, abandoned by her biological mom, left alone to her own thoughts at home, depressed, has really bad social anxiety, to top it off everyone in her family she came close to....left. One day she passes a new kid in the hall, a tall, cute, built new kid. He notices her, like actually notices her. Should she really let him into her life though? Show him all the damaged mess she is? Or should she just keep going since she'll be out at the end of the school year? read to find out what happens❤ Thanks for checking this out! it means a lot that you've read this, just the description❤
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Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®

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