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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hai! Don't expect me to write a whole list of rules and blah blah blah, author's notes, I hate that.I won't do it don't worry, well all I want to say is that I know this isn't a perfect story, barely any perfection in it at all.I am not a perfect human so don't expect anything top seller worthy lol, I'm only a silly teen after all :D- I hope you enjoy, also, check out "Arms Distance Apart" by Jenzjuice because it is an amazing story by one of my best friends in the worlddddd and she deserves a billion views so yeah.CHECK THAT OUT AND ENJOY MEH STORY, BAI! ❤️.

CHARACTERS

Clarice(ssa) Manor:

Abilene Manor (mother):

Mortimer Manor(father):

 
FREDRICK (Freddie) GREEN

                          DIESEL ABNER

CHAPTER ONE:~SINCERELY~

I wrapped my thickly knitted black wool scarf around my neck as I looked over the hills of Willow Pines.My face, it was stiffening with the condensation of the December air, I was as blue as the frozen Willow lakes.A weight was placed on my shoulder.

"We had no part in this, Clarissa." Mother's red matted lips stretched across her cheeks in a line.She turned on her heels, but didn't walk back inside, she stood as stiff as a gargoyle, she stood there, her back facing me:

"People are vicious." Without dawdle, she walked inside, shutting the sliding doors closed behind her.

...People...are...vicious...
...I am aware...
...But that...
...Is something...
...I wish weren't true...

Anybody will blame anything on the people they have suspicions of because that's how our society works, it's always been that way because if we suspect ANYTHING, we don't try to investigate it or find the truth, we just go with our weak minded gut.OR, someone is unfairly blamed randomly.The person who blames you does it to cover their filthy, muddy tracks- but especially, they try to cover the cold truth that they are yearning to hide from everyone.Of course, everyone will believe the blamer and not the blamed.

Ever since our family moved to Willow Pines, we've been getting the cold shoulder and the stink eye from everyone we've encountered.Especially, when I go to school.

"Wednesday Addams, get out of here and go back to Romania or something."

That's what they always say to me, but, that's not all.

Gothic
Pathetic
Emo
depressed
Strange
That one girl who's always in black because she's suicidal (doesn't make sense, huh?)

....It doesn't make sense to me either....

Vixen High-school was supposed to be a new beginning for me.Willow Pines, was supposed to be the beginning, for all of us.But, I was poorly deceived by the murky outer shell of the perfect town, which turned out to be Lucifer's playground.Not heaven, as I supposed.It wasn't the La La Land that I was hoping I would live in.I'm aware of what reality is, I know the world isn't covered in sugary, multi-colored gumdrops and instead of it raining, it drizzles chocolate.The world is horrible, cruel, dark, terrifying- But at the same time, it's.......

...........
beautiful, delicate, vulnerable, savory, mysterious-in the good way.

I would hope that Willow Pines would be that type of world, it's not.At all.I would tell you the whole story, but it's far too much...but who am I kidding?My life is already ruined, so why not just tell you everything that's happened to my family and I because of the "creepy" look we emit.

But I can't.. for a while at least.My emotional wounds are still drowning in the stinging, irritating salt that is the world.I'll tell you soon though.

Soon, I promise.
-Sincerely, Clarissa.E.Manor-