How My Life Got Screwed Up Even More
Chapter 1 : How My Life Got Screwed Up Even More
This is short because it's the prologue. It's my first story on Quizilla. Tell me what you think about it. Be rude, be kind. I don't care.
My name is Codie. The year is 2o5o.No one has heard of these words in forty years: war, strife, famine, drought, murder, suicide, hate, tears....
Joking. My name is Codie. The year is 2oo8.And really, those words are still here. My father had died in war two years ago.You could call that murder or bravery. There have been many droughts in my eighteen years of life.Which brings me to the suicide one. My mother shot herself because of my father's passing.Everyday I go through strife because of that. Sometimes I go to bed hungry becausemy older brother can't afford a lot of food.I hate my life and I cry every night.
Maybe this generation sucks. Or is it just me?
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