C h a p t e r 3

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My mum smiled back “glad to hear that honey!”

“Isn't it amazing that you've both made so many good friends in school since you moved here.” Dad chuckled, reminiscing old memories.

Friends? I made a lot of enemies, I still had to work on the friends bit.

“Come to think of it Brooklyn, why haven't you invited any of your friends over yet?” Dad asked.

What friends I thought, I wish I could tell them. I wish I could stop lying to them. But if I told them it would only get worse.

The girls at school would come back for me. I couldn't risk it, I had to keep it to myself even though the pain was slowly draining me.

“Maybe her friends don't want to come over because she's a huge nerd.” Clyde chuckled resting his elbows on the table.

I bit my lip to hold back the forming tears. I didn't even realise that I was crying until I felt the tear drop from my eye and roll down my cheeks onto my skin.

I pulled away from the table and walked up to my room, looking back at the confused looks on my family's faces.

They just didn't understand.

They just didn't understand

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