a novel: could she get another chance in life?
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1
People lie when they say you’ll laugh at your childhood pictures. Don’t believe that crud—it’s not true. I know that I’m a high schooler, but still, don’t believe that. That’s just a warning.
I looked at the photos, crying at my childhood. In anger, I grabbed an amazing photo. It’s me, holding Daddy’s hand, and Mommy’s there, too. And we’re looking happy.
And I ripped it in half.
People lie when they say you’ll laugh at your childhood pictures. Don’t believe that crud—it’s not true. I know that I’m a high schooler, but still, don’t believe that. That’s just a warning.
The anger was undescribable. I hated my life, and my God, I wanted to find an open place in life. To start over. To refresh my life.
And I did.

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Chapter 2

If I was the old my-parents-haven’t-died Macy, I would have called the police. But I’m the who-cares-about-life Macy now.

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