"Behind every scar, there is a story of survival behind it."
-Unknown
It's a Hardship. It's an adventure. It's love. It's Hate.
It's the burden of a dead weight.
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M U S I C A L P I T S T O P : W H E R E I W A N T T O B E // T H E D A N G E R O U S S U M M E R
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It is I! The Author, bringing to you the official, the awesome CHAPTER THREE! The first part is crap, but just continue reading. This also might be a filler chapter I guess. Kind of? I don't know. You guys decide for yourselves. Hope you like it!
P.S: The bold italics in between is her conscious speaking. In case anyone gets confused on who is speaking.
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Ignore the weird mistakes and typos and enjoy!
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*Trigger warning*
"Oops sorry!"
"Excuse me! Coming through! Sorry!"
"Um, sorry to intrude but- oof!"
Yeah that was pretty much how my day was going right now. It was currently Wednesday and I was trying really hard to get away from that jackass Luke, who was currently chasing me. He was yelling at me to stop, but there was no way in hell that I was gonna listen to him. We were already in a horrible situation as it was. Why you ask? Let's rewind shall we?
*4 hours earlier*
"Crap! Mom why didn't you wake me up?! It's almost half an hour past my wake up call!"
As you can guess, I had overslept, again. When I heard no response I called my mom again. There was no reply, yet again. What the hell?
I stuffed myself into a random pair of jeans and threw on a black sweater of mine. Screw shower. I'll take it once I'm back home. Agh crap, I was losing time. I just tied my hair into one of those rushed messy buns and ran downstairs. I came down to the kitchen to see no one there. I saw a note on the fridge saying,
