Troy will be in it quite a lot...he's basically Bethany's only family besides her mom...[along with Troy's parents]. Troy is like a brother to her...actually like a twin. They are the same age but Troy goes to a different school, he lives slightly far away, because otherwise he would beat up the bullys that torture Bethany. xD Only Bethany's mom, Troy, and Troy's parents, know that she is Lindsey.
There, background info.
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
We all have our moments: A moment to cry, a moment to laugh. A moment to be held, a moment to be let go. A moment to be sad for not having what we want, and a moment to be happy with what we got.
Yeah, we all have those moments. And I advise you not to put them to waste.
I stared out the window as the limo drove through a dark, one-way street. "I hate having to do this," I muttered to no one in particular. Troy put a hand on my shoulder and I looked at him. His expression was filled with fake sympathy. "It's what famous people do," he said, nodding as he spoke like I was three years old. I rolled my eyes, surpressing a smile, and looked back out the window. Finally, we pulled up at the corner of an almost deserted street. There was my aunt and uncle - Troy's parents - waiting in their Volvo, as usual. I took the wig off my head and let my blonde hair fall to my shoulders. My mom did the same, and Troy slipped off his hood. We got out of the limo and hurridly slid into the Volvo as the limo pulled away. "Thanks once again," my mom said to her sister, known to me as Aunt Kayla. "No problem," my aunt replied, a smile in her voice. "Anything for Miss Pop Star," my Uncle Jacob said, grinning into the rearview mirror as he drove. I rolled my eyes as Troy snickered, nudging me with his elbow.
I glanced over my shoulder. "Good, I lost them," I whispered in relief, heading toward the front door of the school. Ashley and her friends had tried to follow me out of the school, but by climbing and descending stairs as fast as I could, now they were nowhere to be seen. Ashley is the bully, with her army of thugs that always trail behind her. Ashley doesn't seem like a bully's name, now does it? Well, at my school, the name "Ashley" is always followed by a collective cringe from whoever hears you. Ashley is actually quite pretty, minus her beady eyes that always seem to burn red when she looks at me. She is very tall with strawberry blonde hair and pale skin. She always wears designer clothes, although nothing can hide the fact that she is terribly strong. Which is why most of us choose to stay away.
CHOO BETTA BE RITE, OR ELSE I SEND BASEMENT CAT TO YOU >:[
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We all have our moments: A moment to cry, a moment to laugh. A moment to be held, a moment to be let go. A moment to be sad for not having what we want, and a moment to be happy with what we got.
Yeah, we all have those moments. And I advise you not to put them to waste.