book 1: completed.
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a person who has been rejected by society or a social group
"Welcome to a world where being yourself isn't good enough"
The Outcast, The Jerk, And The 200$ Bet
Sequel is out.
Editing in Process
So I'll sing Hallelujah • • You were an angel • • in the shape of my mum • • When I fell down • • you'd be there holding me up • • Spread your wings as you go • • And when God takes you back • • we'll say Hallelujah • • You're home • •
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I opened my eyes slowly, a headache began to form due to all the crying, I tried to move around only to be held down by something. I glanced down to find Tom's arm wrapped around my waist, a blush began to form around my cheeks from the position we were in. I could feel his breath fanning on my neck, I stood up slowly trying not to wake up him up, I sat at the edge of the couch watching him peacefully sleep. I placed a small pink blanket on him before I made my way towards the kitchen, as I walked in I found my father sitting down with his head in his hands,
"Morning", my father glanced up at me, his eyes were red and puffy, his dark brown hair was all over the place, the bags under his eyes showed how little sleep he got.
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He gave me a small smile as I went to serve myself a cup of juice. I sat down next to him, both not saying anything as we stared off into the distance, " how are you feeling?", I shrugged as I took a sip of my juice,
"I'm not sure what I feel, it's just I feel so much anger, yet I feel so much sadness, life can be unfair sometimes" we stayed in silence as he kept playing with his fingers, I looked at him and noticed how tired he looked,
" how are you? ", my father glanced down at his hands, letting out a sigh, "there's to much going on, I just...I'm trying my best to stay strong for you...", his voice began to crack, as tears streamed down his voice. I stood up and made my way towards him, standing him up, I embraced him in a tight hug as he cried on my shoulder.
After a moment of hugging each other, I pulled away, I began to wipe his tears as he looked down at me with sadness in his eyes, " I know this is hard for you too Pop's, but listen you don't have to be strong, it's okay if you're hurting, it's okay to cry, its okay to mourn for her".
