fantasy is not a crime (open, teenage kids needed!)

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    "What the h*ll is this, Jade?!" Her mother bellowed, holding up a drawing from her notebook. It was a beautiful drawing, but it was of a sadistic and depressed theme. Jade backed away slowly, eyes filling with hateful tears. "It's mine. My artwork." Jade's mother brought the father over. "Look what our child is doing! Can you believe this?" The teen's father just stood there. With an angry sigh, Jade's mother turned to her again. "You do THIS anymore, you're grounded. Understood?" After a while of hesitation, the mother tore the drawing in half. "Understood?!" She barked. Jade's tears began to stream down her face. Without another word being said, she stormed into her room. "I just don't understand what I'm doing wrong..." The mother pitied.
    Jade slammed her door behind her. She pulled open one of her drawers and took out her phone and began to text. With no replies to any of her texts, she wiped away her tears and grabed her pocket-knife out of the drawer. She lifted her shaky hand to her arm and began to cut.

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    Liyan called Jade after getting the text.

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    { Sorry, I accidently used my subaccount. }
    Jade saw her phone buzz and she stopped cutting and pciked it up. The contact was Liyan. Jade was friends with her, but didn't know her very well. But, at least someone cared to reply to her text. She answered the phone. "Hello? I-is this Liyan?"

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    "Yah Jade."Liyan said."Do you want to hang at my house?"