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Triplet Tragedy

Triplet Tragedy

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This is a short story I wrote for a class when I was in high school. Triplets; Jadon, Leah, and Bentley may look alike, but their personalities are nothing alike. Bentley, the oldest triplet was the popular quarterback at their high school. Leah, the middle triplet was the most popular girl in school. And Jadon, the youngest triplet and unlike her siblings she was not popular. She didn't care about popularity and parties. She just wanted to live her life. But what happens when the Leah and Bentley want to go to a party, but their parents make them take Jadon too? What happens when Jadon steps in to help a friend in need? What happens when their parents get a phone call no parents wants to hear.. sorry this summary sucks, I'm not good a making summaries Thanks for reading! ❤️
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Our moms were best friends. There wasn't much more to it than that. Every holiday, vacation and weekend, I was forced to spend time with Jax and his family. When I was four years old and he drenched my favorite blouse in ketchup, Jax and I became arch enemies...and then - somehow - we became best friends. But like I said, there wasn't much more to it than that. Mostly. Okay, so of course I liked him a little. How could I not? Even though Jax was annoying at times, he was also funny, athletic, popular, and downright hot, and I was his nerdy little best friend. He was my protector, the one who rescued me countless times from countless threats. We shared more than just friendship... Until the death of Jax's mother. The grief drove a wedge between us, and only so much more grief would follow. But pain has a way of tearing people apart, only to force them back together again. That's what happened to us. And, unfortunately, the only way around pain is through it. Trigger Warning: This book contains references to physical abuse and sexual trauma. Please read cautiously, and remember to take care of yourself.

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