Best Friends

Best Friends

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Apr 27, 2016
Ashley and I were in 10th grade we've been best friends since 1st grade she is like the best person in the world and then one day she just changed,she changed the way she dressed she even found a new best friend the girl we both hated, Sabrina she was all popular and rude and stuck up she always tried to make me feel alone and she finally did my parent always said don't let her get you down and I said I wouldn't but she got to me she made me feel alone I cried and cried and she just laughed and laughed and so did Ashley she thought it was funny. I told my siblings and they told my parents and they told the principal and him and Ashley talked and she got expelled someone said she punched him in the face and then someone else said she started throwing things at him I thought it was funny that she got expelled I laughed instead of cried it felt good but in a bad way I feel like I shouldn't of laughed but I did. We are adults now and guess what Ashley is in prison for two years.
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"You are a worthless piece of trash! We should've gotten rid of you when we had the chance!" My abusive dad shouted, slapping me with all of his might. My name is Chloe Adams. Both of my parents have abused me my entire life. I'm covered in bruises, cuts, and burns from head to toe, but I've learned how to cover them up. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever escape this hell hole. "Yeah you should've." I agreed, whispering under my breath. "What was that!?" He yelled even louder than before. "N-Nothing." I stuttered, afraid of his reaction. I don't want to be pushed down the stairs again. The last time that happened, I broke my wrist. They didn't even take me to the hospital. I had to bandage it myself. "That's what I thought! Go fetch me a beer!" He ordered. There comes a moment when you don't want to stop. When you don't want to get better. You just don't care anymore. Read to find out how one small yet huge text can change Chloe's outlook on this magical journey we call life.

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