My name is Ava Peter Wilson yeah I know a male middle name for a female but it wasn't my idea it was my mom my grandfather name is Peter and because I'm first born I must have that as my Middle name. I use to go to Chester High but I'm in the middle of going to Job corps.... I hate school with a clear passion to me it can burn down for all I care well I guess I should take it back a bit my friends did help make that school more "Livly" I'm just glad I wasn't bullied... Much..... I have a close friend his name is Marcus he's really gental and sweet I guess you can say we're dating , he listens to me in my time in need and I listen to him he's really Important to me....
"Ava I'm so proud your going through with this, I will miss you and so will everyone else!" Ava sigh looking out the window seeing houses pass by "yeah.... ok mom.." her mother could only smile not taking notice on her daughter tone "Then after that we can pick up Justin from work how does that sound?" She says patting Ava's lap "What did I think? I think you need a break from this guy and spend some time with your kids for once" she thought " sounds great mom..." She sigh softly hoping to fall asleep.
Writer Corner:
Hello I'm a new writer just starting out and I know I should put more but to be honest I kinda got into a emotional state and well Ava a piece of me so your kinda getting to know me, I will be posting ever Monday and Tuesday on my free time.
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The Girl Who Cried For Help
Short Story18 year old Ava Wilson tells a story about herself and her depression... A story about how she feel towards others that she can't talk to them face to face.....
