oh where do i begin will i have this one friend and Gianna who i
love sooooooooooooooooooo much we litterly go through EVERYTHING
together i would not be here today without her love and support.
shes the best
she goes upstairs after a horable day sits down and crys. Her mom
yells up "come down here now!" she wipes off the tears on
her face and goes downstairs to find her mom and dad at the kitchen
table (they look mad) she asks "am i in troble?" they say
"it depends" the girl sits down they start yelling about
something she didnt even do then goes back upstairs opens her drawr
pulls out her blade and the blood falls down her wrists.