"What happened last night when you left?"
I asked Martin as we shared a chocolate chip cookie after school.
"I had to get Brett to leave Molly alone."
He mumbled.
"Why?"
I asked and he sighed.
"I know Brett,
he's not a nice guy,
Molly will just get hurt."
He stated sadly,
and I realised his act wasn't in anger at Brett,
it was in protection of his sister.
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desserted (brooklyn's story)
Teen Fictionshe didn't mean for it to happen, she stopped eating, not because she was fat, she knew she was already small, still didn't stop her from making comparisons though. (first book in the 'small' series. based on my own experiences)
