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+ 3	Life of Clarysa
+ 8	Angels Fall Sometimes
+ 8	Losing A Best Friend

         "Do you want another one?" Natalie asked.
"No, I've already taken ten" answered Clarysa.
"Well this will be my 22nd" Natalie replied.
"She's just doing it for attention," Clarysa thought silently, "I really DO want to die."
          While Natalie took the last pill, Clarysa grabbed a razor. Dragging it down her arm it left three lines of blood. Not deep enough to kill her, but she continued to cut. She'd rather feel the pain on the outside anyways.
         "Open the damn door!" their mother yelled. Their stepdad was banging on the door while their grandmother put her two cents in, "Who do they think they are? Kick the door in!"
         Clarysa hated it there. She had nobody to turn to. The previous year her cousin had died in a carwreck. That's the only person she felt close to. Yeah, Natalie was her sister, but they've fought since they were babies. The only time they got along was when Natalie wanted something. Her sister was the type that would do anything for attention, like: telling people she was poor to get them to feel sorry for her; screaming at Clarysa just to look big infront of her friends; or sucking up to all of her teachers at Platapus Middle School.
          Clarysa began thinking, "What the hell were they thinking? The cheerleaders shout out P.M.S." She chuckled quietly. "Thanks for the warning," she remembered screaming at them. Then Clarysa realized their outfits were red and black; the same color red as the blood trickling down her arm.
         "Let's walk to Marie's" Clarysa told Natalie.

        They got dressed and walked outside to the gate. Their mom and stepdad both started nagging at them just as soon. 
        "Where do you think you're going?" yelled their mom.
"I'll call the cops," their stepdad threatened.
"You're only 14 and 15 ...anything could happen." their mom continued.
"Like you freakin' care!" Natalie bellowed out at them. Still, the pills were becoming almost instantaneously affective and Clarysa and Natalie's eyelids were growing heavy. So, the arguing quickly ceased and the two went and passed out in their beds.

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