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Blind with hurt

Novel By: ThinkTurquoise

This is meant to be realalistic and its about the singer kesha well its not about her its based on her music i hope you enjoy.

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Cori was so depressed when her mother died in a major car crash and all she has is her stupid father who was addicted to weed and Jack so really all she has is her friends will life get better for her or will she be left out in the cold. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Feb 13, 2010    Reads: 44    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

Chapter 5
I continued to watch as all the people rushed back and forth around me. Some woman came up to me and I looked at her. She asked me if I wanted some coffee. She held a coffee pot close to me. I slapped it out of her hands and cried. She asked what was wrong.
"Coffee was my mother's favorite drink, she died when I was five and that's when my father started abusing me." I looked at her and saw tears in her eyes.
"How old are you sweetie?" She asked me and you could tell she had a plan.
"I'm fifteen." I said watching her every move.
She stood up and I watched her walk over to a man in a suit. They sat there talking and you could tell they were talking about me. I watched them closely and saw the man shake his head yes. The woman walked back over to me.
"Hey my name is Abigail, do you want to come home with me instead of sitting here in this rat hole." She reached her hand out for me to grab.
"Yes that would be amazing." I said smiling and grabbing her hand. We walked out the door to a green Chevy truck. I sat in the passenger seat and she asked me about myself.
"Well I have been writing songs since I was three." I said having a good time. Maybe my life might get better.
"Oh can you sing any for me." She said looking at me with a desperate look to get home and show me around.
"Tomorrow I can, but do you think we can stop by my house I have some stuff I would like to get." I said looking at her.
"Tomorrow!" She said joking around but she still meant it. I then fell asleep slowly on the window.


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