The Rosario Series Book 1
This is when it all started.
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He's not just a player he's just heartbroken of what his past did to him. Scared to love again scared to let his feelings take over him.
Elora Isabelle Baker a transfer student from Texas...
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All the thoughts flowing through my mind, all the small voices telling me to kill myself because it will be simpler, they aren't lying.
I'm just this piece of garbage everyone says I'll be OK, but I'm not going to be fine when the people I trust consistently let me down.
There is only one hour until we arrive at the camping, I turn away from the window, seeing the two idiots making out. Emily is watching me with a smirk, and Lorenzo has his hands on her waist, drawing her closer to him.
Why did I believe the playboy was trustworthy? I put my trust in a lot of people who are good to me and then they disappear. I rolled my eyes at them and returned my gaze to the window.
Anyway, I shouldn't be furious at him because we weren't a thing, just close friends, and I overreacted.
"Hey sis," as I turn my head to see Mason sitting next to me. "How did you get here?" I ask. I swear he was in front of the bus with Bella
"I let Erica go with Bella since I've been seeing you preoccupied every time Erica tries to talk to you," he said with a smile.
I'm really sick of it! Maybe I should arrange my suicide plot and get over it. "Nothing," I say in hushed tones, shedding a few tears.
Mason drew me into an embrace and said, "Hey, I'm here." "I'm fine," I said, pulling away from the hug with a phony smile. "I know you've gone through a lot, Lora, and I need you to stay strong. Just disregard what your mind is telling you."
"But I can't," I sob, placing my head on his shoulder, and it all starts over. I'm having flashbacks of my ex doing horrific things to me, and I don't want to have panic attacks like I used to.
"I got you," he says with a faint smile. I slowly close my eyes again.
I was startled to hear someone calling my name. I gently open my eyes to see Erica give me a ridiculous goofy smile and say, "Wakey wakey," as I chuckle at her and grab the bags that were between my thighs.
"I'm excited," Erica says excitedly, and I grin at her as we exit the bus with her.
"Never mind, I changed my mind, this place stinks like dead people." She wrinkles her nose at the sight of the modest dwellings surrounded by forests.
"How do you know what a dead person smells like?" Looking around the forest, I asked her.
"Because Grandma died two weeks ago and I smelled her while she was dead laying on a hospital bed, and I was curious how it smelled," she shrugged, as if she didn't care.
""I'm sorry for your loss," I tell her, "but we wouldn't close because she always judges me for who I am. I don't care," she stated flatly.
"And disgusting, why would you smell a dead body?" I smile as I link my arms around hers, and she chuckles. "Everyone assemble here," the Principal says, and we all gather.
