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Chapter One<\/strong><\/p>\n

Are we frightened by our emotions? Do we run away from love? We look for lies to tell, to hide the truth. That is what I did. I told a lied to hide the truth. To save the love we had between us. . . . . . . .
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\n\u201cSarah. Get up; you\u2019re going to be late.\u201d
\nMy first day of high school. Am I ready for this? Who will I meet?<\/p>\n

\u201cSarah! Get going.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m leaving, Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, Hurry up. You\u2019re going to be late.\u201d<\/p>\n

That\u2019s my dad. He can be great at some moments. On a regular basis. I grabbed my sweater and ran out the door. I was walking through the ravine. I stopped to look around. The smell in the air was a sweet scent. Fall was going to come soon. I finally got to school. Packed with kids; Coming in for their first day too. I got my schedule. I thought we were going into class today but it ended at 10 o\u2019clock. So, I left. When I started walked. I saw a huge group of older students. They all had a cigarette in their hands. They seemed like the cool people at Danforth tech. I walked passed them. They smelled like cigarettes. Sitting on the train; thinking about those kids. The way they dressed. It was a style I never seen before.<\/p>\n

\u201cSarah, you home?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, dad I am home.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell are going to babysit tonight?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean, you don\u2019t know?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI just don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, you just don\u2019t know anything no more?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI guess so.\u201d<\/p>\n

I ran upstairs before he could say anything that would make me cry. So, I took a shower. Brushed my teeth, and then went to bed. Second day at school. Kind of went by slow. I met a couple of people. They seem cool. In French class it was pretty boring since I already knew all of it. My teacher seemed really nice. Danforth tech is a really old school. My mom even went there. When was the last time I saw her. Last time I could remember is when my mom and I got into a huge feud. Which I had no choice; but to go live with my dad. It was the end of near the end of grade eight. My mom and I had a fight. I would steal money from her. Just so I could actually be like the other kids in my school. The always had money to buy lunch and I was always the one everyone thought I was poor. I was the unusual one at school. I had not that many friends. Devon, she was the only best friend I had. Earl grey, Were I went in grade eight. That year was a blur. I was so different. I remember that summer. I grew up. I started to grow boobs. I dyed my hair Blonde. I had more excitement for life. (not finshed)<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Chapter One Are we frightened by our emotions? Do we run away from love? We look for lies to tell, to hide the truth. That is what I did. I told a lied to hide the truth. To save the love we had between us. . . . . . . .<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":323,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[9,2],"tags":[17],"class_list":["post-14","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-creative-writing","category-family-artists-work","tag-sarah"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/benoist.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/11\/IMGP0163.jpg?fit=2272%2C1704","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s90eXT-discalm","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/benoist.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/benoist.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/benoist.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/benoist.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/benoist.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=14"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/benoist.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":325,"href":"http:\/\/benoist.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14\/revisions\/325"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/benoist.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/323"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/benoist.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/benoist.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/benoist.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}