Journey to Anorexia
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  • Reads 218
  • Votes 9
  • Parts 4
  • Time 12m
Ongoing, First published Jul 11, 2015
She was a game player. But always the leader. And the winner. No matter what she was always there, tearing you down then building you up. She was sweet, but deadly. Like a friend that helps you get what you want, but for a price. Jail or suspension isn't the price in this case. Loss of friendships and relationships are the least of your worries. But death, now that's shit you should worry about. And that's the consequence for this game.  If you play her way.
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WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION Griffin Tomlin is dead. And Clara's sister killed him . . . Four months after the murder, the entire town of Shiloh is still in shock. For Clara Porterfield, the normal world has crumbled around her in a million chaotic pieces. Now Clara lives in a new reality, where her sister awaits trial for murder, her mother obsessively digs in a dead, frozen garden, and her father lives and breathes denial. At school, Clara is haunted by her classmates' morbid curiosity-and all of the unspoken questions they won't ask. But none of them knows what she knows . . . Now Clara's sister wants something from her-the one thing in all of this that Clara isn't ready to face: the truth about what really happened that night. Because this story didn't die with Griffin Tomlin. There's another story that needs to be told. And sometimes, the lies we're told are nowhere near as deadly as the lies we tell ourselves . . .