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Brooklynn may only be 6, but she already hates her life. Her father is cheating on her mother. Her mom knows he is cheating, but just drinks away the pain of a broken heart. Her brother does drug...
Hi. My name is Brooklynn, but my friends call me Brook. I'm 6 years old. I have long brown hair and stormy grey eyes. I don't have that many friends, only my dollies. And BEN. But, I haven't seen him since I was 4.
I miss him. He just left. But, that's the past. I have to move on, but I can't.
Before he left, BEN gave me a necklace. It's a black heart with some sorta silver layering. I haven't taken it off since then.
My life has gotten worse. Mommy drinks that weird smelly stuff all day. Daddy is always with a different lady, I don't think they're ladies, aren't ladies supposed to be polite? Anyways, Keith stays in his room all day, doing something. When I tried to see what he was doing, he yelled and threw stuff at me.
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I woke up to Mom and Dad screaming at each other, like every other day. It's always so loud in the house. Mommy's always drinking. I hear yelling coming from Daddy's room. I hear Kieth hitting the wall in his room, which is next mine.
I got out of the light blue covers and walked over to the window. I opened the curtains and smiled. Maybe today I could go to the park and make a new friend.
I went over to my dresser and grabbed a white shirt with a pretty flower at the bottom with a pair of pinkish shorts and my boots.
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My family is the richest family in the country. We are expected to be perfect. I hate it. We always have to take pictures for the media. I don't even know what my family did to be famous.
I opened my door to see Mommy laying on the ground taking a nap. She had a cut on the forehead and it was bleeding bad.
"Mama, is you alright? I go get help." I said. Mommy only shook her blonde hair. "No Brooklynn. Go to the park."
I obeyed, because Mommy can be very mad if I don't. --------------------- I walked quietly to the park. Surprisingly, there were no cameras. Normally, there is like 50 zillion cameras.
I sat down on the rusty swing. Nobody ever comes to this park. Not after they found that little girls body here. I think that her name was Sally Williams.
I come here to get away from my family. They could care less about me. If I died, they would be over it in a week and have already gotten a new kid.
I rocked back and forth on the swing.
I hate my life. I hate being famous. I hate my mom. I hate my dad. I hate my brother. I hate everything with my life.
I heard a noise from behind me. I turned around to see a man with a white sweatshirt and black pants. He had a smile cut into his face and his blue eyes are circled by black.
"Hi, Mr. What's your name?" I politely asked. He just stared at me, like he knew me from somewhere. "Listen kid. My name's Jeff. Run as far as you can. Do it now. No questions."
I stood up and started walking back to the house. I looked back the guy. He wasn't there.
