bibala774this is a story i started writing I have no clue why it just popped in my head and i had to write it down. please tell me if its good because i have continued in a notebook and can make it a whole story if people think i should??
As I walked into guidance I knew something wasn’t write. I got that bad vibe you get when you walk into your house after your parents have a fight. I was already a little upset from earlier in the day. Trace wasn’t in homeroom. Not that it’s his fault, you don’t choose to be sick; I texted him to make sure he was okay. Trace has been my boyfriend for three years since I was a freshman; he always answers my texts because he know how paranoid I get. I don’t know why but i have huge trust issues. If someone doesn’t answer me I assume their mad at me for no reason, and this morning when Trace didn’t answer I kinda freaked. In the hall on the way to guidance I assumed it was just my usual check up. My parents divorced two years ago when I was fifteen. This may sound weird but to me it wasn’t really a big deal. Yea I love my parents and wish they could still be together, but my mom wasn’t happy and I wasn’t happy. My mom really loved my dad and he loved her; she did everything she could to save their marriage. She wanted to go to a couples therapist but my father refused he didn’t believe they could help. They fought all the time sometimes it was just easier when my dad wasn’t home. The divorce barely effected me my moms happy, I’m happy, my brother took it a little harder but he’s fine now. I assumed this trip would be nothing out of the ordinary that was until I saw Dr. Whitley’s face. She sat me down and than I heard the worst words my brain could ever think of…
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