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    The bleak November day had demoted the most commonly brazen Eden Drysdale to the dull seclusion of her century-old house. If the damp wooden walls or stone heath by the fireplace could talk, they would not. They were too tired to speak, like Eden. She had not bothered to throw together a light break...
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    Wes shook his head slightly as he started down the stairs. He flipped the light on and the two of us followed. Wes had personalized his side of the basement since all he could do in his microscopic room on the top floor was sleep. Only had room for a dresser, a single bed, and a small desk for homew...
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    The murmuring thunder and the sound of pouring rain eating away at the roof eventually peeled my eyes open. The sun was muted by grey clouds that I decided were there to stay once I opened the blinds. There were lighter parts of the sky, but more dark grey patches who’s edges were diluted with the...
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    Seth continued to cry a little more, but not a violently as he had earlier. I stayed there with him until he calmed down. It took a while, but being me, I couldn’t leave him to cry. By then it was around twelve o’clock in the morning; I had to get home. I bet my mom would prefer to see me in my ...
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    Chapter Four The iHome on my wooden bedside table glowed 10:47 as I got up from the couch, about to get ready for bed. That was when I got yet another troubled text from Seth. I was usually the one he leaned on when he was having a bad night. Bad night meaning his parents were getting really load...
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    Then I thought onto what I said the now indisputable truth. My only guardian was probably never going to forgive what I had done even if PopPop would leave in no more than two weeks. It would be like two weeks in hell for her. PopPop never really brought all that trial s*** up anymore, but it was al...
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    Chapter Three By the time we got back, it was around three in the afternoon. I told Mom to stop by the tennis court since everyone was still there. She got out of the car with me and walked over to ‘get a better look’ at everyone. This would be interesting. Across the court, Wes was turned a ...
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    I think she was about to say something else, but Lucas cut her off from the seat behind me. “Why do you guys have to fight all the time?” The weary helplessness in his tiny voice overwhelmed her. I think that’s why Mom always gave in to them so damn easily. In this case, I think it was also th...
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    Chapter Two I was surprised to wake up to my mom shaking me as opposed to a text from Wes or Vinnie. I was also surprised at how early it was. It was seven o’clock in the morning and my mom usually wasn’t up until noon, she wouldn’t bother to get dressed if she wasn’t going to pick up gro...
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    After a few seconds only the whining of flies and mosquitoes in the door which was still hanging wide open, my mom’s reassuring, but confused voice moaned, “What?” from inside the kitchen. She squinted tiredly through her baggy eyes and tangled blond bush on her forehead. This made sense since...
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    Chapter One Miniskirts. Tank tops with lots of cleavage. Short shorts. High heels. Bejeweled sunglasses. Pink lip gloss. These were words that no longer described me, but still had to be admitted to, again. Even though my autobiography was only going to Mrs. Hewitt and no one else necessarily had...

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