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Chosen Family: A Journey to SelfAcceptance
Bối cảnh:Lilia Yars blood family is not the best so she decides to make a family of her own. In middle school she has 5 really close friends that she considers her family. But one day in the middle of 8th grade her friends start to leave her and hang out with other people. She has to try and bring the friend group back together before she is completely alone.
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Stepdad
Lilia's stepfather who is kind but distant.
Jules
one of Lilia's best friends, part of the friend group that starts to drift apart in 8th grade, described as having a "perfect" life with loving parents.
Kiera
one of Lilia's best friends, part of the friend group that starts to drift apart in 8th grade, described as having a "perfect" life with loving parents.
Chapter 1
I don’t remember much about the day I was born, but I do remember the first time I felt alone.
It was the summer before eighth grade, and my best friends Jules, Kiera, and I had just finished our last year at St. Mary’s.
We had a sleepover at my house to celebrate, and we stayed up all night talking about how we were going to be together forever.
We’d go to the same high school, get jobs at the same places, and live in houses right next to each other.
We’d be like the Golden Girls, only younger and prettier.
But then Jules moved to California, and Kiera went to public school, and I was all alone at St. Agnes.
I tried to make new friends, but it was hard when everyone already had their own groups.
I missed Jules and Kiera so much that I cried myself to sleep every night for a month.
When I finally saw them again over Christmas break, they were different.
They talked about boys and makeup and other things that I didn’t know anything about.
They had secrets that they didn’t want to share with me.
I don’t remember much about the day I was born, but I do remember the first time I felt alone.
It was the summer before eighth grade, and my best friends Jules, Kiera, and I had just finished our last year at St. Mary’s.
We had a sleepover at my house to celebrate, and we stayed up all night talking about how we were going to be together forever.
We’d go to the same high school, get jobs at the same places, and live in houses right next to each other.
We’d be like the Golden Girls, only younger and prettier.
But then Jules moved to California, and Kiera went to public school, and I was all alone at St. Agnes.
I tried to make new friends, but it was hard when everyone already had their own groups.
I missed Jules and Kiera so much that I cried myself to sleep every night for a month.
When I finally saw them again over Christmas break, they were different.
They talked about boys and makeup and other things that I didn’t know anything about.
They had secrets that they didn’t want to share with me.
Now here I am, sitting alone in my room, staring at old photos of us together.
My phone buzzes with notifications from social media.
I swipe through pictures of Jules and Kiera with their new friends.
Jules is laughing in one photo, her arm around a girl with bright pink hair.
Kiera is tagged in another post, posing with a group of girls at a concert.
A pang of jealousy twists in my stomach.
I toss my phone onto my bed and stand up.
I can’t sit here feeling sorry for myself any longer.
I need to do something.
Determined to reconnect, I grab my jacket and head out the door.
The walk to Jules' house isn't long, but it feels like an eternity.
My heart pounds with every step as I rehearse what I'll say when I see her.
When I finally reach her street, I see her standing outside with a group of girls I don't recognize.
They're laughing and talking animatedly.
I hesitate for a moment, my courage wavering.
But then I take a deep breath and approach them.
"Hey, Jules!" I call out as cheerfully as I can manage.
Jules turns around, her smile fading into a look of surprise mixed with annoyance.
"What are you doing here?" she asks coldly.
"I... I wanted to see you," I stammer.
Her friends exchange glances and giggle softly among themselves.
Jules crosses her arms over her chest. "Well, I'm kind of busy right now."
"I just thought maybe we could hang out," I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
One of the girls with bright pink hair steps forward and looks me up and down. "Who's this?" she asks Jules.
"Just an old friend," Jules replies dismissively.
The words sting more than I'd like to admit.
"Maybe we can catch up later," I suggest weakly.
Jules sighs and rolls her eyes. "Yeah, maybe."
I feel tears welling up in my eyes but blink them away quickly.
"Okay," I whisper before turning to leave.
As I walk away, I hear the girls burst into laughter again behind me.
My heart feels heavy as lead in my chest.
Just as I'm about to turn the corner, someone grabs my arm roughly from behind.
