I walk around my cold and empty house, glancing at the pictures of my dead parents. I stop by one picture that catches my attention, it's of my mom, dad, and myself playing soccer. We all looked so happy, or so I thought. Who would have known that their smiles were holding so many secrets


3. A.N.

So I've been thinking about stoping this story. It doesn't seem like anyone enjoys it or is even reading it. So I'll give it a week and depending on what happens will determine if I will delete it or what. So if you do like it let me know in then comments and by liking my book. Thank you for reading it if you did.

Toodles!!! :)

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