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Brooklynn may only be 6, but she already hates her life. Her father is cheating on her mother. Her mom knows he is cheating, but just drinks away the pain of a broken heart. Her brother does drug...
next thing ya know we gonna be seeing flying penguins
THIS CHAPTER WILL NOT MAKE SENSE IF YOU DON'T READ THE LAST CHAPTER
OKAY
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MAKE SURE YOU READ THAT CHAPTER FIRST
thanks :)
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pRoFaNiTy WaRnInG
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It hadn't taken long for the news to spread around the town. It was a small, quaint town, after all.
Soon, distant family had figured out that Logan had been killed. It hurt to know that such a young, hopeful child was murdered and mutilated. But none took it harder than Jenn.
Jenn was heartbroken. Logan was one of her favorite nephews. They would sit for hours and play together. Sometimes, Jenn would babysit for her sister and Logan and Isabelle would come over to her house and play.
It was so difficult for her to get over his sudden death, even though it had been 3 years ago. She was a fully grown woman, she shouldn't be crying over some dead boy from almost 4 years ago!
But it was so hard to move on and forget.
Her daughter reminded her so much of him. Her eyes, the way she'd run around the house. It was painful to hear her giggle.
But there was only one person to blame.
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Mom was sitting at the kitchen table, coffee cup in hand and her laptop in front of her. Her brown eyes scanned over the webpage, then sighing and closing her computer.
"Keith, what do you want?" she looked up at me, she looked like a fucking mess. Her hair was knotted into a ponytail, mascara and eyeliner smudged under her left eye.
"Uh, what are we having for dinner?"
"I don't fucking know anymore."
"Oh, okay, don't need to be rude about it." I said, turning back to the stairs.
I could hear her whiskey bottle smash against the ground, glass spreading across the wooden floor.
Going back up the stairs, I heard laughter. And a deep voice.
oh shit.
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Brooklynn sat on the purple carpet, throwing her head back in laughter. A grumbly voice right behind her, chuckling at the girl.
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Okie so I want split this into two or three parts bc I'm really tired and its 10th period and I'm slowly dying in study hall
And
Carson is adorable and I love him so much
My lockscreen is cuter than yours
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Also guess who's gotta watch a video in social studies on 9/11?? Apparently it was too graphic to show without a permission slip from parents so that's fun
Okie so part two of this might be out later in the week
