To Hattie, with Love
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  • Parts 10
  • Time 1h 39m
Ongoing, First published Feb 03, 2013
Hattie is just a girl who lives. As boring as that sounds, it is the truth. Life is hard enough without believing in fateful changes, so when poetry with a distinctly mushy theme starts appearing in her locker, she's puzzled, bemused, but definitely not falling for it. She can count on one hand the people she actually talks to in a week; best friends, her brother, Adam Hartfeld. 

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My brother threw my shoes down the toilet when I was seven. It ruined my life. Hey, I don't hate you, that's not why I mention it, I'm just saying; be prepared.
No one has talked to me since, given the obvious exception of the Hartfelds and Jake Stein, my only friends. But life seems hard enough without obessing over my dreamy Latin teacher and the random forged poetry appearing in my locker.
Okay, would someone like to own up to this?
I can probably count on one hand the people I talk to in a week.
Sometimes, it's nice just to stress out over the normal things, like Uni prospects and homework.
Not the psychotic notes that are starting to haunt me.

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CRINGE WARNING! First book I ever wrote on here!! -- "Sometimes the person who you are willing to take a bullet for is the person behind the gun." I stood peering over the cold lifeless body that lay before my eyes. I had always thought of death the enemy, but right now, I blessed it upon the person who is now at peace. Sometimes you don't need to be the smartest, or the fastest, but you do need to be wisest. They say the blood runs deeper than water, and I believe it, because even though the people that we love can turn on us and begin to hate us, they are only human, meaning that soon they will begin to see how short life really is and how it is not to be wasted. People who seem perfect and they look like they have no floors'; they are the people who are suffering, like I was. But I found my savior in the most uncommon place. He was able to look through my mask, he saw the cracks, and tried to fix the broken girl that hid away deep inside the girl who only wanted to be seen as 'fine'. I slowly began to find comfort and safety in him, and I did the same to him. We were two broken people becoming whole. Someone once said when you pass, if you can count your true friends on one hand you are beyond lucky, and I even though I did not like the person that lay before me, I know that he once had true friends, including me. I'm a 17 year old girl who has suffered more than any other, beginning to believe that 'Hope' was just another word the people throw around. Until I fell in love with a badboy. Trailer to the side -------------------> Made By @Laura__1 Cover made by @Beautiful_Tragedy8 Copyright 2014