You came home with a black eye one day when you were 13. Your sister was crying when you walked in so your mother was busy with her, and I was in the living room with them. Your mother really panicked when she saw you, and she asked where that came from.
"Nothing... It was nothing. I just fell when I was getting some stuff from my locker; my bag was in there." You smiled lightly and went upstairs. Unsure, your mother went back to your sister. I watched your back as you disappeared into your room, and though I could admit that was a good excuse, I could also admit that I didn't believe you.
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The Story Of You
Teen Fiction"I'll admit that I wasn't that great at comforting you, but that didn't mean I didn't care about you. On the contrary, I admired you greatly." Have you ever wondered if your teddy bear could watch you? Have you wondered what they would think? Every...
