The Best People

The Best People

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I know, I know. Another dumb story about my life and my friends. But with a twist. What if? What if we were? What if we were crazy? What if we were Happy? What if we were confused? What if we knew? I don't know. What if? What if you did something? Something terrible? But we don't know that. Hell, who does? I'm up writing this and I don't know me. You don't know me. I don't know you. I don't know them. What if we didn't know? What if I can't tell them? What if... The world was going to end if you didn't read this book. What if we were going to end. What if I knew the whole time? What if he didn't say those three words? Would it matter? What if we were insane? So what if I'm crazy, the best people are.
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They say what's in the past keep it in the past but I wanted to know all about my past. It was things that I didn't know and that I wanted and needed to know! But my life turned upside down when my past is exactly what I should have left alone. Now if you ask me how it all began, I don't exactly remember but I know it started when I moved in with my grandma who I haven't met in all my twenty years of living. I have been in and out of foster homes since I can remember, living with families I knew nothing about. Being the outcast and them constantly asking me what's wrong because I simply did not speak. The only thing that kept me sane was my good grades throughout school. I got the satisfaction of doing the one thing that people kept telling me over and over I couldn't do. I stayed to myself and graduated high school with honors, getting a full-ride scholarship to any college of my choice. Of course, by having this accomplishment, it didn't make it any easier for me between my foster families. To them, I became the girl who was better than them. But I didn't care because when I turned twenty I finally got to start making my own choices. This is where I wonder if the first choice I made was the right one. The first choice I made was to go live off-campus with my grandmother during my first semester in college. I ask myself how could I be so stupid? But you will see just how stupid I was. Or was I?

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