Three weeks later I finally healed complety. I took my casts off and the patch on my eye. I still had a lot of stitches on my body. But I was fine now. Except in my head. I walked home myself. I took of my jacket I didn't care anymore. I walked into the house. And noticed my dad came home. He pushed me too the ground. It hurt like hell but I didn't care anymore. I went upstairs into my room and I slammed the door. And then I wrote something in my math notebook (the picture above) and then I ripped the page and trew it out the window hoping someone will get it to show a bad example of life: me. I went on my bed. Me and tylee was so close together now. I grabed my phone and litterly said "I'm gona text her I like her or else I will stop breathing" and that's what I did. I told myself "I needed to make the next step" "and even if she hates me I WILL respect that" I said so I texted her "hey tylee" "hey" she texted back "um I need to tell you something" "yes?" She texted "well-well I-i like you as a crush" after I wrote that I dropped my phone. I felt like an idiot for doing that. "I'm dead crap" I told myself "she will answer me back angrily or she will just ignor me for a week" my heart pumping faster than ever. I was shaking. I was speechless.
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Tyler's Story
RandomTyler a sixteen year old teen lives in Alaska with his extended family. But after a huge storm comes, it kills most of his family (including his mom.) Now he lives with his sister Kira and his dad. But his dad abusese him for no reason.... Or at lea...
