Words of Memory

Words of Memory

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Growing up Emily's life has been difficult. Having a mother who's an alcoholic and abusive doesn't make it any easier. She had to learn how to take care of herself missing out on a childhood. The only person who knows what happens behind close doors is her friend Chloe, but then things take a turn. One day Emily bumps into Valley High's golden boy, Troy. Will Emily get the happily ever after she always dreamed of, or will it end in heartbreak and tears? Follow Emily through this journey of love, friendship, and forgiveness as she try's to figure out the true meaning of life. Lots of grammar issues. Will revise once I'm finished.
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Emily Greens has always admired the most popular boy in high school, Travis Black. After mustering the courage to approach him, her life takes an unexpected turn. Sneak ♡♥︎ Peak ~~~~~~~ "So... what's up?" he asks, leaning casually against the wall, like this is just another Friday. My heart hammers in my chest. I take a deep breath. "I, um, I just wanted to tell you... I like you. A lot. And I'd really like to get to know you, you know, if you're okay with that." The words come out so fast I barely understand them myself. There's a moment of silence before he chuckles softly. "What's your name again?" "Emily," I squeak. "My name's Emily." "Well, Emily, I don't like you. But hey, you're cute, so there's that." He grins. "Oh, and thanks for watching the match." And just like that, he walks away, leaving me standing there with my heart shattered into a million pieces. The only upside? Tomorrow is Saturday, and I'm officially dead. NOTE !: This story includes themes of bullying, strong language, and violence. Please be aware that all events depicted are fictional.

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