"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.
**#1 in Undiscovered Awards teen fiction category**
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Hola peasants!
It's your queen Ana here dropping off here today instead of that stupid author SJ. I think I should have a say on how MY life runs, and honestly I've read this next chapter....and well I'm weirded out. I'm kinda freaked out that I have a book written on me, and that every single emotion is captured. Shove off SJ, You creepy stalker.
on with the news then...... My life has 2k comments!! Yipeee
And above at the top is her pathetic try to make an aesthetic for this chapter. Well there's a first for everything I Guess.
*sigh* SJ's gonna kill me if I keep this too long. She doesn't want any of us boring you guys- oh shit, I wasn't supposed to say that......well I guess that's it for me then. I'll just sign off.
Enjoy!
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Ignore the weird typos and mistakes
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*trigger warning*
"Ahhhhh" I sighed contentedly as I sipped on my hot chocolate and snuggled up in my blankets.
Tahi had left in the morning and mom was outside grocery shopping to re stock on our junk food. Strangely enough, it started raining today, so I had just cuddled up by the window and watched the small raindrops slip down the window.
I leaned my head on the window, and felt it's cool surface cool my hot forehead. Nothing like cuddling with yourself with a hot chocolate on a Saturday afternoon......all on your own.
I switched on my phone to see a text from Luke. Swiping up, I saw a picture of him and Ira at Aspen park, the both of them sitting on the cushions inside the small coffee shop. The both of them were laughing with two coffees in their hands. He had his around her and Ira had two fingers of hers popping above the top of his head, putting two horns for him.
