I wanted to scream. My mind was blowing up with several emotions and thoughts. I hated it. When I got home, I went upstairs and slammed the door. What i this was a date? What if it wasn't? What the hell was I supposed to wear? If this was a date, it would be my first date, which would be a high point for me since I don't even have friends.
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Fragile
Teen FictionPrologue: Life is a game. I didn't know it until I realized it. Think of it. Every year adds a life. The people are the players. Your actions are the game. One day you die. That's when two words flash on the screen. GAME OVER.
