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+ 3	A Shit Load of Red Kool-Aid!!!
+ 3	Story Of Our Lives
+ 6	Death to a Murdurer Ch.6
+ 6	Death To A Murdurer
+ 5	Death to a Murderur
+ 4	Death to a Murderur
+ 4	Death to a Murderur
+ 5	Death to a Murderur
+ 4	Where I've Been

The first part will be of me: I was only seven when my parents started fighting. My dad threw garbage and pots and pans at my mom. He would even lock her outside and blame her on being late to work. I just pretended to sleep while all this happened. I wasn't allowed to have friends over because or it. And I never did want them find out that they were fighting. My friend Marissa did because I told her. I was late for school the next day and I started crying, she told the teacher and I was put in counseling. I hated it because I didn't tell her any thing. Even if I wanted to I wouldn't. I was daddy's little girl. I the worst part of it was that my older brother was abused by my dad. My mom said it was only because he was my half brother and didn't mean any thing to my dad.(that is screwed up) I think he ended up in juvenile hall because of that. I moved 14 times and been to 8 different schools. I'm in middle school, 8th grade, and have some friends. I think it was bound that we would become friends, we have some thing in common. About my friend Hayley: Hayley was two when her parents started fighting, they got divorced, and her mom married her step dad, Chris. Hayley doesn't really like him, to put it at a point. He used to follow her around and make howling noises when she cried. She got put in counseling for that. She moved here a year ago and hated everything. She refused to except being here and she hated school. And all she talked about was her home town, and how here sucked. Well, she got to where she wouldn't move back, she liked it here. And shes may best friend. And I would die for her. Hayley has only moved once. She's 13 years old, we go to the same school, and we both love each other like sisters. And as they "god made us friends cuz our parents wouldn't be able to handle us as sisters."

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