I've been watching her, of course I have. Since the day she was born, I've been watching her, I still am. She's beautiful, more so then she thinks she is. I wish her mother and father noticed how amazing she is beforehand. But they were still so focused on other things. But I can't help looking out for her, I have to.
After all, she is Kacey. She believes herself to be broken. Therefore, she is broken.
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My Dead Sister and The New Boy
Teen FictionKacey can feel her sister watching her. When she's brushing her hair, when she's walking to school, and even when she's eating lunch. But she knows this can't be true, her sister died eight years ago. She's stuck grieving someone she hardly remembe...
