Suicide Symphony

Suicide Symphony

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Hope is a regular Freshman girl at Arrow-View High School. Well, I guess 'regular' isn't the right word to describe her. She is classified as an 'Emo' girl who supposedly cuts and gets judged for the type of music she listens to. She has long, jet black hair with slightly tanned skin. She loves to sing and play her electric guitar and bass, and especially write stories in school. Her two out of three supposed 'best friends' abandoned her in the eighth grade when she got into the music. She hangs out with her guy friends all day everyday and her one true best friend who didn't abandon her. She also made friends with another girl and her friends who share her same likings (music type). But, being bullied by her past 'friends' and their new friends is getting harder and harder every day. Can she manage to survive the rest of these four years or will she do the unthinkable. {4 book series! So look for new books!}
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"Damn it, Mason, you can't fix me. I'm not some used car that needs an oil change." I'm standing at the edge of my driveway. If I take one step towards that house, then I go back to my life. The life I've had since Mason left. Since he abandoned me. If I turn around. If I take one second to look into his eyes. I don't think I'll be able to resist throwing myself in his arms. "I'm shattered, Mason. Like a dusty vase that's been ignored for too long." "You know the best thing about broken vases, Mel? You just need three things to make them whole." I decide to go along with his speech. "Faith, trust, and pixie dust?" I muse. "Tape, glue, and someone willing to fix it. And I'm right here, Mel."

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