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My Therapy (A collection of short stories and one shots)

Novel By: Sidmonster
Young adult


This is it. This is what I've been doing while I was 'gone' persay. Hope you like them, if you'd like me to continue one of my one shots, let me know and I might be able balance it out with my other ongoing novels. Fingers crossed, right? Danke!! Love you all for sticking with me ( assuming you did, which if your here you must have...) View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jan 28, 2013    Reads: 16    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


It was a dark and stormy night. How cliche. Bad things always happen on dark and stormy nights.

I don't believe that, though. No, I think it's the sunny days we need to worry about. They provide false hope. They make you think, hey, my day might actually be okay. Then, wham! It all changes.

Just like people. It's the bright cheery ones you have to worry about. The dark and stormy ones, well, you know what to expect. Excluding a few. Turns out, you can fake anything.

People are like the weather. You never really know what's coming. A person could be fake and secretive and they slap on a smile, and everyone looks up to them. But they know. They know what their hiding. Of course they do.

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Everyone knows that one girl. The girl with the hair, and the clothes and the boyfriend. The girl with all her little minions trailing behind her like dogs, girls and boys. The girl that makes all the normal people shake their heads and the nerd cringe.

That girl is Melanie Chamore. Yes I said Chamore.

Now, here's the divine part of it all. The Fantastic Four.

From the movie you say? No. They would like to believe so, and no one would dare contradict them, but it doesn't change the fact that they're not.

No even close. At least, that's what I thought before. Before they changed Melanie, the school, and my life.

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Jessica needed to stop talking. Her voice was squeaky and she really wasn't saying anything worth my time. She never did.

But I can't just say things like that. Especially to a 'friend'. You don't make friends in Clairbell High by trust or loyalty. You gain them by social standing. You win someone over who is a step higher in the social ladder and therefor, you move up.

Straightforward, right? Our school is extremely materialistic. Making it no surprise that the Fantastic Four made top news.





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