MyUnexpectedLove

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The Secret That Killed
part 2


We finally made it to the beach. Pretty much everyone was there already. I introduced Ethan to everyone. He fit right in. He was throwing a football with a few of the guys while I was tanning with Sydney and a few other girls. Out of nowhere he walked up to me and asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. Of course I said yes. We started walking away when all my immature friends shouted stuff at us. “So, where are you from?” I asked him. “New York.” He said. “Really, that’s so cool I have only been there once but it was a beautiful city. What made you move down here to Florida?” I said. “It’s complicated. But why does it matter really. If I wouldn’t have, I never would have met you.” He said. “True.” I giggled and started to blush. “So, where’s your dad at?” “What do you mean?” he said. “You said that you moved here with your mom and brother. Does he still live in New York? I know I hate having my parents divorced but my mom only lives a few hours away. Yours lives states away!” I blabbed. “Uh, no. my dad died when I was younger.” He said quietly. “Oh my gosh. I am so sorry. I had no idea.” I replied. “It’s okay.” He said. “What did he die from?” I asked. He looked and me like he was starting to get upset. “Look we don’t have to talk...” I was interrupted. “Look I should get home and finish unpacking some stuff.” He started to walk away. “Alright. Well, I guess I’ll talk to you later!” I yelled. He looked back and waved. I’m so stupid. I may have just blown my chances with Ethan. I just don’t understand why he is so secretive about his past. I walked back over to Sydney. “What happened?” she asked. “He had to go.” I said. “Oh, are you okay? You seem a little upset.” She said. “What? No. I am fine.” I said. I started to gather up my stuff. “I just have to go. I um remember my dad gave me a long list of chores to do today.” “Oh. Okay, I guess?” she said confused. “Yeah, I’ll call you later okay? Bye!” I ran off. I ran straight to my house. I was so mad at myself. I ruined my chances with Ethan and I upset him. Way to go Callie.  








 

nmf


 


The Secret That Killed
Part 1


I was woken up by the beautiful sun shining through my window. I jumped out of bed, put on my bikini and jean shorts and tank top, straightened my hair and put on a little bit of waterproof make-up.. I walked out to the kitchen where I saw my father making some coffee. I got a bowl of cereal and had a seat at the table. “Good morning Callie. What plans do you have for your first day of summer break?” he said “I um am going to the beach today.” Just then my best friend Sydney walked up to the sliding glass door and knocked. “Hey, mom, I got to go.” I grabbed my bag and ran out the door. Sydney and I were walking down the sidewalk when we passed a house that has been for sale for years. Surprisingly people were moving in. A really cute guy walked out of the house. “Can I help you guys?” he said “I didn’t know someone bought this house.” Sydney said. “Yea. My mom, my brother and I got here yesterday.” He said. “Oh, I see. I am Callie; I live a few houses up the road. And this is Sydney, she lives about two blocks away.” I said. “Nice to meet you, I am Ethan.” He said. “Well, we got to go, but if you would like a bunch of us from our school are meeting at the beach for the whole day. You should come and stop by.” I said. “Maybe.” He said. I and Sydney walked away and around the corner. “You love him don’t you?!”Sydney said. “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I blushed and smiled. “Oh my gosh! I knew it!”She said. “Oh, shut up!” I laughed and shoved her.”Do you think he’ll come to the beach?” we heard someone yell my name. it was Ethan. “I don’t know. You tell me!” Sydney laughed and started walking away. I waited for him to catch up to me. “So, you decided to come?” I said. “I couldn’t pass up the chance to spend the day at the beach with a pretty girl like you.” He said. I started to blush. We started walking. We talked the whole way to the beach. Everything about him is perfect. His really short brown flippy hair, his hazel eyes, and his perfect smile that made me melt. He was rather tall and really skinny.  








 

nmf



My Murder
Part 7

That afternoon, my parents found my lifeless body next to empty pill bottles.  I watched my parents cry as they read my diary. Out of all the things i have been through, it was the most painful thing. I watched my ex-best friend cry to her parents blameing herself for not doing anything. I watched my school mourn my death. It was hard to believe that they actually cared. I watched my bullies feel guilty and break down over what they did to me. I regret takeing my life because i have caused so much pain on others. i still believe though, it was the only way for it to stop.There words, they killed me. No, this wasn't a story of how the not so popular girl got the quarterback and lives happily ever after. this was the story of how their words killed me. This was the story of my murder.



This is the last part to my story. thanks to you have read it. I will be posting a new story soon. it is a love story with a twist(:

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My Murder
Part 6

Day5:January 10,2010
Dear diary,
Today,i woke up hardly remembering anything from the day before. I got dressed and went to school. I was walking into my class when i saw a few girls snickering in the back. i sat in the front of the room all alone when some girl walked up to me and said 'hey scarlett, we got you something." she handed me a card. i opened it. it was a free membership  to a gym. i started to cry a little and thought to myself, this is it. i stood up. Turned around. Pulled up my sleeve and said " look at what youve done to me. ARe you happy? that you broke me down.that you made me physically hurt myslef that you made me hate myslef. well congrads. cause you did. do you want a prize? cause ill give you one. maybe one day ill just disappear.maybe one day ill just die. and itll be because of you!" they all just staired at me until one guy said, "can i have that prize now?" everyone laughed. I walked out of the room. which leads me to what i am about to do. I am sorry mom and dad. cause i cant even imagine what i am about to put you through. when you find me and read this itll be too late. for everything. goodbye.
-Scarlett

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My Murder
Part 2

Day 1: January 6, 2010
Dear Diary,
Today was the first day back at school from break. I dreaded going today like always. I always get bullied and today was no exception. The harassing always starts as soon as school starts it seems. I don’t have any friends anymore. I can’t trust anyone. Not since last semester before break when my “Best friend” turned on me and told everyone all my secrets. I guess I have never been the most loved girl in my grade. I’m not the prettiest and people always made sure to make that clear to me. I have never had a boy friend and the one guy I really liked told me I was a fat, ugly piece of sh*t. And that he was disgusted with the fact I liked him on face book. Ever since I have been called fat and told I was ugly on a daily basis. But I guess they say the truth hurts. And that brings me to today when at lunch I had about five girls throwing Twinkies at me. Teachers saw but none of them stopped them. Everyone just watched and laughed. I guess I have gotten used to it. What none of them know is I have starving myself since the beginning of break and have lost 15 pounds in the past month. Nobody knows. Not even my parents. I just don’t understand why someone would hurt someone else so bad on purpose. Well I guess that is all for now..-Scarlett`


 

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My Murder
Part 1

  I’m Scarlett and this is my story and the best way for me to tell it is by you reading my diary. This isn’t a story of how the not so popular girl gets the quarterback and lives happily ever after. No, this is the story of the days leading up to my death. Some people would say my suicide but I would call it my murder. I wasn’t killed by a knife or by a gun, but words, there words. 

 

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