This story is about a hurt teen in the 1970's and about how she grew up I really don't know what you guys will like because this is my very first book
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It all started my 6th birthday, I was always a good hearted child of love and kindness ,but some how evil and depression, sadness and pain found me on my 6th birthday of November 1st.
My grandmother Lue always said goodness comes to good people but now I'm starting to believe that was a lie.
"Mom I'm heading off to school and I'll be late coming home!", " If you don't remember." I mumbled softly under my breath. She wobbled downstairs with a bottle of Hennessey in her hand halfway gone. Just like she was.
"Where the hell do u think your going you worthless piece of shit." I tried to hold back my tears. "To see my dad." I added with a look of hurt and disgust.
She stared at me like I was a dog. Then she went back upstairs and with any luck she didn't fall back down when I left.
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