The Tree {Jacksepticeye}
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  • Reads 31,512
  • Votes 1,054
  • Parts 22
  • Time 1h 5m
Complete, First published Jan 27, 2016
"I come to the tree almost everyday. I don't care what time or what day it is. The tree is my little home. My getaway source."

Rocket Baker. A 23 year old who lives in the shadows of Dublin Ireland. She is not to be known as the most popular girl. Along, she has been abused in her life and the only thing that keeps her happy is sketching.

Along, she thinks she finds no friends. Though, a young man at the age of 26 comes. He helps her out and walk in the light of Dublin.

Focusing though, Rocket has never been the most happiest person alive. Shy but humble, she needs to see her pathway in a way where she doesn't always have to feel lonely.

Here, in "The Tree", you will find it quite warming. No cussing, no sexual scenes, just a small little book. 

Find Rocket's story in "The Tree".
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