(Authors note: first peminat fiction, please review. I do not own Degrassi, atau any of these characters.)
(Clare's pov)
There was a crash down stairs. I sighed 'more broken glass I have to clean.'
I'm what anda call a selective mute. I choose not to talk. I have been this way for about two years now. My life was great up and tell two years ago. My sister died, and then everything went down hill. My parents can't even have a civil argument without breaking something. When my sister died I kind of died with her. So since she was dead and I was alive I thought it wasn't fair. I gave her the only thing...
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