"I'm twelve. I'm so f*cking tired of how much sh*t is already happening! Why don't you learn how to deal with it than being a damn brat about everything?!" The girl yelled at the boy. He was rolling his eyes, fixing his glasses. ".. I'm still ten you know? I haven't even turned eleven yet." A story about two siblings. The older sister is named M, while the younger brother is named L. This story is supposed to show two perspectives of children who taking things differently than the other, despite experiencing the same trauma or having it different. No trauma is worse than the other. All abuse, physical or emotional, is bad. This story contains: Bad spelling/Grammer Swearing/Cursing Fatshaming Drinking Disorders Abuse Child abuse S/A P3!dophila (Will be updated soon)
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