My cat didn't speak too much but we could communicate somehow, don't ask me how, we just did. He was the kindest and sweetest member of the family.
My mom, on the other hand, left me and my dad for other family when I was 5, the only memories I have from her are she and dad fighting in their room.
My dad and I aren't really close, he was never around, he got fired from his job recently, so we were kind of low on money.
I go to the "Upper West side Academy", on New York, were I had only one friend which I new since 4th grade who is friend's with the popular kids and is leaving me slowly for them.
So I am pretty alone.
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Wild dreams
Teen FictionMy name is Valerie, I am 14 years old, and if you want sad stories with no happy endings, keep reading. I just got home from school and found out that my cat was dead, he was basically my only friend or the only member of my family that actually car...
