I run out of the house with only my blue backpack and my phone. I can't take this any more. I hear a mans voice calling for me. I know, just know that it belongs to my father. Pushing that horrible voice out of my head, I run out of that neighborhood. I see a car on the other side of the road. I mosey over close to it. One more step... "Alex, no!" my friend cries out. She runs out in front of the car and tackles me to the other side...
a/n yoo so I'm the same person who writes 'summer'. so actually I don't know if this is going to be a depressing book probably will but it'll be happy in some places🙃 lolz byee
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