{{ʚ A Hard Secret ʚ}}

{{ʚ A Hard Secret ʚ}}

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What happens when you have too many bottled up feelings that you can't get rid of? What happens when no one ever talks to you... And ignores your presence every... Single... Time... When Rachel tries her best to fit in, it doesn't go the way she planned. No one ever wants to hear or even acknowledge she is there and when some letter does acknowledge her presence. She is very surprised by these actions as she has gotten used to being the "forgotten one". She has always tried to play her part to just get some acknowledgement but never did... When enough is enough she snaps. Wanting to hurt whoever ignored her... Will Rachel be stopped in time or will she set the once peaceful place ablaze...
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Hello. I’m Cassidy. I’m 16 years old, and I am helpless. I’m weak, defenseless and not to mention unassuming. I am utterly boring and uninteresting. I wouldn’t be surprised if God himself overlooked me. Maybe that’s why my life sucks so much. My face is dull and pale, and my hair is mousy brown. My eyes are black and my fingers are long and stringy. Once in junior high, a teacher likened me to ghost. I had wanted to tell her, “Yes. I remind myself of a ghost sometimes too.” But I didn’t say anything in return. I have one friend and even she doesn’t like me for me; only for the shiny new car my step dad bought me. Boys don’t notice me. And when they do it’s only to pick out my flaws and display them to everyone around. All in all, I am a sad and pathetic specimen of a human being. Why am I writing this? Because on June 3rd, 2011, at 12:31 am, I died.

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