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Post by Adelaide Judith Cross on Dec 28, 2008 16:58:11 GMT -5
Addie lay on the grass, her face red and splotchy, as she read the invitation over again. Adelaide Judith Cross, it began in frilly, happy strokes of gold lettering, You're invited to the wedding ceremony between Aiden Christian Cross and Brooke Leela Wether, Sunday..... [/center] She did not care to read anymore. So, her brother was marrying her. Addie hated that horrible woman. She masqueraded depth but did not understand a single thing. Tearing the invitation into halves, she stuck it in her jeans pocket. Addie brought her knees up, laying her head on her kneecaps as she held her shins. Tears trailed down her face, and she did not care to stop them. She hadn't cried in two years, and this was the straw which broke the camel's back. Her dad commiting suicide after shooting her mother, right before Addie's eyes, desiring the one person she could never have, and desiring another person she could never have, dealing with the scars from her drug usage....she'd finally had enough. The footsteps behind her did not reach her ears as she wiped another streaming tear off her cheek.
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