Bulletproof

Bulletproof

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"School was a distressing time for me even before their deaths as I was the geeky, weird girl who no one dared to talk to. I don't know why people didn't like me maybe it was because of my fiery red hair which is frizzy and hard to style. Maybe it was my braces which most people mocked. "Hey train tracks" they used to say and I used to ignore them pretending that is didn't bother me but really it hurt me inside. At least when Rosie was there she stuck up for me but once she was gone I no longer had anyone to turn to. I was lost. My sister and dad died in a car crash nine months ago and that's when my life came crashing down. I'm broken." (All credit to the creator of the photo) New chapter every Tuesday and Friday!
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So I have this thing. Some people would call it a catastrophe; some would call it heart breaking. It also has the name of disease, and heart killer. I call it just cancer. Simple enough as it is, right? Doesn't help that I already had it once before, it just came back to fight harder as ever. I thought it was over. Isn't it though? Don't you give up at that point? Senior year and I'm ready to end my life as a person all together. I'm tired of fighting and might as well give up because there are no chances of me living all together. So as a smart choice I move so when I die no one will know me or care about me. Wouldn't that be the logical choice? I don't want pity. Never liked, never will. So don't tell anyone I have cancer. Ever. Doesn't help that a boy started getting involved with me and snuck under my skin before I even realized what he was doing. What changed me were those few, simple words all together. "I'll love you till the end." That, that was about the time I started caring about life again. And it was all because of him.

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