-Realistic fiction
-Touchy topics such as suicide take place in this story
-I don't mean to offend anyone with this story, I'm purely writing it for your enjoyment!
-Enjoy!
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I wrapped my arm and put my jacket on. I drove to school because I'm 18 so I have a car, and also I hate the bus. The day was pretty normal. During lunch I went to my locker, sat on the floor and listened to music like I always did. I thought about how much fun I had with dad when he was alive, before his awful car accident. I was a daddy's girl. When my dad died I fell deep into depression. The week he died I cut myself 63 times and tried to kill myself 3 times. I just wanted to be with him. I was forced out of my thoughts when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and saw a cute boy. He looked roughly my age, He looked like he was 6'2, He had stunning blue eyes and cute messy brown hair. He looked so familiar... Isn't he on one of the sports teams? Football? No. Oh I know! Baseball. He is number 14! "Hey! Excuse me!" I was snapped out of my thoughts again when he yelled.
