Chapter 1

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I wake up, and I feel like I am in hell. Oh, wait, who said I wasn't?

 My mom and I had a big fight late last night because she was screaming about something my dad did. It seems like she's always screaming about something.

 I'm just tired of this bullshit. Now I am just waiting for Tate to come to my room looking for me. I love him; I can't help myself. He is like my own personal poison. I could never be mad at him.

 It's like he has a chokehold on my heart, for it only beats for him. Then he walked in. Hey, he says, Hey, I've missed you. I kissed him. Want to listen to some music? I hope it's Nirvana. 

The fact that he listens to Nirvana is something I love about him. Even though I am not a huge fan, it makes me happy to see him happy. I play Marigold by Nirvana. In Utero Sweet, he says.

I hang out with him in my room until he asks, Hey, wanna go to the gazebo?

 Sure why not? We walk down the stairs, and who do I see?

 There is no one else but Constance. The mother of Tate.

 Hi Constance, sit down next to her on the island in the kitchen. What brought you here? I look to see if Tate is still with me. He's gone.

 It must have been difficult for him to deal with his mother today. 

Hello, Violet. She says I need to tell you something about Tate. He's sick. What do you mean, sick? I Was just with him? 

He looks perfectly fine! No, dear, not physically. mentally you know what he did. Violet's eyes are filled with a strange look suddenly. 

"What are you talking about?" The shooting. Tate is a school shooter. 

"Violet, he killed 15 students at his school." Violet? Mrs.Langdon says.

 Violet is silent. She looks down at the floor and shakes her head.

 "That can't be true," she whispers. Violet stands up and runs out of the house, leaving Mrs. Langdon speechless. 

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