Her and her dad have an interesting relationship... if thats what you want to call it. They live in the same house, but they dont talk - not unless it involves expenses, or yelling about house work. but she remembers. she remembers the days he would write notes for ehr to wake up to at the kitchen table. she remembers him calling from work at 8am everyday to wish her a good day at school. she remembers when he knew her classes. when did it change? why did it change? funny how that happens eh? one day everything's routine and the next, it stops.
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My little black book
Teen FictionA jumbled collection of Poems. Journal entries. Fiction. Non Fiction. Quotes. Songs. You decide whats real and whats fake.
