"𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰." - 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘈𝘤𝘵 𝘐𝘐, 𝘚𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘐𝘐 ~~~ Don't be fooled, this isn't necessarily a love story. Though, the ending could be perceived as a twisted modern day version of Romeo and Juliet. ~~~ [Previously titled; melancholy] ~~~~~~ [⚠️Trigger Warning: allusions to sex, alcohol, strained/negative parent-child relationships, mental health issues, depression, self-esteem issues, self-harm, suicidal thoughts/tendencies, mental/emotional abuse, sexual assault, pills/medication, overdose, car accidents, death ⚠️] Please take these things into consideration before reading.

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }