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Some people are afraid of what they have yet to understand, and like many, Raychelle was someone many would categorize as misunderstood. At a younger age than most, losing her mother affected both her brother and her father. While some may turn to alcohol to dim the emotional pain, her father, Glenn, found another strategy. Living with an angry tempered and bitter man began to affect Raychelle as well and the fear she lived within daily began to play twisted jokes on her head. One day, when the
Cautiously, she removed her ear phones and began to turn around, an alternative pop song died down as it slowly traveled into her pocket. Her deep red scarf fluttering in the wind as if trying to escape its fate, trying to avoid facing the other side of ally. She took a few deep breaths as she prepared herself for the confrontation that would take place once she could convince her body to turn around. there she was greeted by a tall, slim man with a sickening wide smile on his face; his hair
Bennett, He’s not your average 15 year old boy. He wasn't into sports, didn't make A’s but also did not Fail. He was the boy you saw in the back of the class paying the most attention but not taking notes, or answering questions. He watched as the Girl everyone thought was a whore, was beat at home. He watched as the boy who sold drugs, used the money to pay for his mothers house payments. He watched his popular sister committed suicide. He watched as his best friend, liked the same sex. He
Some people are afraid of what they have yet to understand, and like many, Raychelle was someone many would categorize as misunderstood. At a younger age than most, losing her mother affected both her brother and her father. While some may turn to alcohol to dim the emotional pain, her father, Glenn, found another strategy. Living with an angry tempered and bitter man began to affect Raychelle as well and the fear she lived within daily began to play twisted jokes on her head. One day, when the
Cautiously, she removed her ear phones and began to turn around, an alternative pop song died down as it slowly traveled into her pocket. Her deep red scarf fluttering in the wind as if trying to escape its fate, trying to avoid facing the other side of ally. She took a few deep breaths as she prepared herself for the confrontation that would take place once she could convince her body to turn around. there she was greeted by a tall, slim man with a sickening wide smile on his face; his hair
Bennett, He’s not your average 15 year old boy. He wasn't into sports, didn't make A’s but also did not Fail. He was the boy you saw in the back of the class paying the most attention but not taking notes, or answering questions. He watched as the Girl everyone thought was a whore, was beat at home. He watched as the boy who sold drugs, used the money to pay for his mothers house payments. He watched his popular sister committed suicide. He watched as his best friend, liked the same sex. He