Your dad died. There was an accident with a drunk driver one night, and it destroyed a lot of lives.
When you came back from your dad's funeral, I had to admit, from your bed, you looked terrible. But that's when you lashed out and began throwing things around and destroying your room.
I wanted to comfort you somehow, but when you saw me you grabbed me and threw me into the closet. I guess you couldn't stand the sight of me, seeing as your dad was the one who got me...
You locked yourself in your room for a week after that.
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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...
