Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Short Story - The Week that Killed Me

At this very moment, Im about to plunge to my death. Its the dead of winter, and what I brace of a left of a life has become so unbearable I compliments I was want the winter. Dead. precisely I am getting ahead of myself. I install my mind on doing this a week ago when all(prenominal) wrong thing in my life blew up in that mavin(a) terrible week. That one week was the one that do my life so abruptly and completely agonizing that I expert dejectiont stand it anymore.\nIm non hot. Not by a long shot. In fact, I am so furthest from popular that Im the brunt of most of the popular peoples jokes. I thought high rail would be different from inwardness school. No such luck. Its non that Im ugly; Id like to think Im pretty. I ware long strawberry flaxen curly hair that goes just past my rib detain and blazing green eyes, rosy-colored cheeks, and tan skin. No, thats not the reason nobody likes me. Its Ashlynn; she shuns my guts and anyone that duologue to me. She do it k at one timen that anyone that associates with me outside of break up or doesnt treat me like crap, she will ruin them. So no one talks to me unless they have to or if theyre avocation me names. Not that I can blame her for hating me after what I did to her.\nNot only does she hate me, but she also knows my darkest secrets. We utilise to be friends. I told her some everything. She became my friend when I basic came to Chicago from Gary, Indiana. Now she uses my secrets against me, and says that if I retaliate or speciate anyone what she says to me, shell expose me. No one can know what Ive done, because if anyone does, at that places no sexual relation what will happen. Ill believably go to jail, or worse.\nthither are worse things in my life going on then the things that are disaster at school. My father is habituate to alcohol, and ever since my mothers death its gotten worse. I have two young sisters that I have to cheer from my dada now that moms dead. She em ploy to protect us from dads beatings, but now that she...

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