Make It Real

Make It Real

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There's two sides to every story. *** Erin is like any other teen and her life is perfect; she's dating the hottest guy, she has an awesome best friend and family, she understands algebra and she's finally getting noticed in her photography work. Yet she seems to never be able to pull her head from the books always in her hands, is there a reason why though that the books are ten times more captivating than her own life? Is she trying to tell herself something or is she just a book nerd with a bad case of daydreaming? Erin continues to ignore the glitches around her, especially with her annoying boyfriend Jed and how every time she sees her brothers best friend Eli she feels how she is meant to feel, how the books say it is. This leaves her questioning one thing; is Erin in the wrong story? *** Mel is Erin's best friend and although her life is in ruins she has no care factor in the slightest, or so it seems. Mel has trust issues, after being abandoned by her father and left with a mother that solely focuses on her addiction to her job Mel is left to look after herself at home or to basically always claim stake of the spare bedroom at Erin's. She's fine with that and she's even coping with the rumours her ex boyfriend is spreading about her and their past sex life. Mel's facade has always been the girl that takes no shit and if you do one thing wrong to her girl and only friend Erin than you're in for it. She's the school's bad girl and now with the rumours a cheap night. Mel's used to keeping a bored expression and hiding her fears of things, such as trust and love. But when Erin can't be there for her whilst she deals with her own problems her childhood crush pops back up like a knight in shining armour. Her trust issues and hate towards the poisonous word 'love' isn't her problem, the problem is that this childhood crush? He is Erin's twin brother. *** Things just got a whole lot more complicated.
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***this book contains suicidal thoughts and tendencies, may not be appropriate for younger audiences*** In which she looks for the purpose of life. Lily Carter's parents died in a car crash leaving her and Laura, girl was depressed long before her parents passed away and with all the problems turning up now, Lily felt more miserable - if that's even possible. With her journey to look for life's purpose and grab the small pinch of HOPE - which is ironically her second name -, will she finally snap at the pressure and finally end it all? or will a small light lit her darkened world of grief and loneliness? * "So you know. The little goth girl who gets bullied is indeed a mess. There's this mess in her head that eats her alive everyday isn't it? What to do now Kaden? Tell the whole neighborhood and recieve an award for taking out a crazy in this world?" I spit like vomit. His eyes warmed up as I finished, "Lily. It isn't like that" "What is it then? People stopped caring... they gave up, why aren't you?" I fought my tears. "Because I feel the need to care. Did Leigh hurt you? Did she hit you?" he finally noticed the unusual redness of my cheek. I don't like the way he told me he needed to care for me. I felt like an obligation, a responsibility that he is carrying and carrying leads to getting tired and when people gets tired, they give up. I don't want them to give up on me. But they will, so it's good not to make them care for me in the first place. "I never needed anyone. I stopped needing anyone before, why start now?" I uttered the words again. Why? There is nothing to fight for. No mama. No papa. No sister to love me. No one. So why would I waste my life and the time of others to fix what is already broken - and someone who doesn't want to be fixed? If I may add. Maybe I gave up. No, scratch that. I gave up a long time ago - when my parents died, my hope and purpose went away with them.

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