Troubled
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Last published Thu, Nov 14, 2013
My name is Charlotte Parker. I'm 16 years old and I was placed in M.H.H.T.C. (Miss Helfers Home for Troubled Children.) because I killed my old best friend, for a really dumb reason.
You might not believe me, but I swear I never meant to kill her. It was honestly just self defense, I swear! She attacked me, and things may have gotten out of control.
This is my story.
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