Brokenhearted Girl (Continuing & Editing)
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"Anyway I want to show you this." he handed me a small piece of paper. I turned it over and it was a photograph. The same one I had with my dad, mum, baby me and toddler Aaron.
"I have this photo." I said quietly. I ran my fingers over my dad. He looked happy, and alive. I wish he could still be here. With me now when I found out I have a brother.
"So these are our biological parents. My parents now are foster ones. I can't believe your mum left you. She started neglecting me when you were born." he said in a mere whisper. I looked up to find his eyes soft, not angry like I'd thought they'd be.
"I'm sorry." I whispered as I let a single salty tear run down my cheek.
All her life Christie has had everything taken away from her. Her father died when she was 7 and her mother left her when she was 11. She's a shy girl who hides in the shadows, she's built her walls so high that no one can climb them. Everyday for years she's been picked on at school. She's not your typical nerd or geek, she hates everybody and doesn't talk to anyone.
But what happens when she finds out she has a long lost brother?
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