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missing: my past
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Ongoing, First published Jun 14, 2021
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sure, she has friends, a house, a car, but she still feels sh¡tty. its not like any of them trust her, anyway. after all, who would trust someone that everyone thinks is a killer?

a/n: these characters were made by my friends, and i coukdnt thank them enough for this amazing cast you're about to be presented with. so, if theyre reading this, thank you to the 7 friends who gaves me so many ideas for this story.
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Susan loves her boyfriend Kenny with all her heart. He's a trouble maker who sometimes gets caught up in illegal activities, but she knows he isn't capable of anything truly horrible. But when his rival Bobby goes missing, everybody suspects Kenny of being a murderer and he ends up in jail. Susan now has to deal with Bobby's angry best friend Derrick, and her troubled older sister Adele who comes home after dropping out of college. Feeling alone and lost, Susan partners up with an unexpected ally, getting closer and closer to unravelling dark truths. *WARNING* Some mature language in certain parts of the story *EXERPT* "Derrick! What are you doing?" He looked at me with cool, indifferent eyes. "Dropping you off... what else?" "In front of my house? What if someone sees?" "Who in our school lives on this street? Or in this area?" "I- I don't know..." I stuttered. "Exactly." "People still talk and you never know who might see us." "The windows are tinted." I stared at him. "Like I said before, barely." "Well, since you're so worried, why don't you step outta my car then?" He faced the steering wheel. ***