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I'm so lucky to have such concerned parents. I have to count my blessings on my hands and feet, my nose and ears. Doesn't everyone wish their parents were divorced?
I couldn't help but wonder if the other girls who were coming to Doctor Marlow's today had also been turned into whips their parents could snap at each other.
Jade's father's chauffeur drove her...
Star's grandmother brought her...
Cat's mother brought her...
We lived in such a perfect world. Why were we so imperfect? In all our homes there were shadows in corners and whispers behind doors, no matter how bright and glorious it was outside. I used to think everyone else was at peace while we were pawns in silent wars. There were no guns fired, although sometimes we all wondered if there would be. The wounded and the dead were only hopes and wishes and the bombs were just words, nasty words wrapped in cold smiles or printed on official documents that flowated into our lives along with the ashes from the fires that burned up our families...