Journey With Hazza *Sequel to Adopted By Hazza*

Darcy is now 12, Rae and Collin are 8. Darcy is considered the "odd ball" at school. She's bullied by a girl named Perry. One day she is walking home from school, cause no one picked her up from school, while she was walking she saw Perry being beaten by her parents. She wanted to help but she didn't know how. She kept walking and when she got home she ran to her room. She couldn't tell anyone but she had to. She told her dad and what happens when they take Perry in? Will they become friends or will they stay enemies?


2. Chapter 2

Once we got home I went up to my room. I try the best I can to avoid my parents due to the fact I'm bullied at school. I use to be homeschooled but then my parents thought it would be a good idea if I went to a public school to socialize with people. Sure whatever you say dad... The first day of school was probably the best but then it became worse everyday.

Collin came into my room. "Darcy?" He asked.

I looked up at him "Yeah Collin?" 

He sighed "Are you alright? You aren't that fun loving girl I knew a few years ago..." That's the thing about Collin, he's very observant.

I sighed and patted the spot next to me on my bed. He walked in and sat next to me. "First you have to promise me that you won't tell mom or dad."

He nodded "I promise." 

I sighed "Collin I'm being bullied at school... I don't know what to do anymore..." I grabbed and pillow and shoved it against my face "I don't know what to do anymore" I told him into the pillow. 

He gasped "Darc you have to tell mom and dad! You can't keep this from them!" He stood up. 

I removed the pillow from my face "I don't know how to tell them..." I told him. 

He held my hand "I'll tell them, you don't have to say anything!" He assured me. 

"No! I'm not telling them!" I whisper yelled. "Now leave!" I pointed to the door. 

"I was just trying to help..." He mumbled as he walked to the door. I closed the door after he left and then went over to my bed. I picked up and pillow then set it back down. I looked at the bathroom in my room. I walked in. I saw a razor sitting on the sink. I picked it up and cut my wrist open. After one cut I couldn't do that anymore but I felt so much better. I cover my wrist as I walked to the kitchen.

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