Happy Pills {on hold}
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Morgan is like Parker's Fix-it-Felix; every time he makes a mistake- she has to be there for him.
With the loss of his parents Parker is torn; he starts skipping class, drinking and even smoking.
And Morgan makes it her duty to help him stand up straight; but nevertheless she doesn't know- her life might become torn as well.
But Parker is too stubborn to realise the lengths Morgan is going to to help him.
But hey, Morgan just might be Parker's dose of Happy Pills.
The cover is by moi.
This is my entry for @backfires "Reckless Writing Challenge." All the prompts belong to her.
STEAL THIS STORY AND I WILL KILL YOU, WITH KINDNESS.
NOTE: KINDNESS IS THE NAME OF MY BARBARIAN SWORD.
I WILL KILL YOU WITH KINDNESS.
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