#mlcsc

Hello Everyone. I hope you’ve all been doing well in my absence. I’ve come to let you all know that technically MLCSC’s Hiatus is over. Why? Because voting for the contest has finished (and I was really stupid and forgot to give you guys the link and shit but whatever.)

But why technically? Because I’m weird and like to give myself more work. Meaning, more than likely, I won’t be working on my…

So, my story, MLCSC, is going to have it's 3rd Anniversary on the 30th and i have no idea what to do to celebrate.

         ~ Author’s Note~

Hello again. I bring forth to you yet another short story. This time it is told in Amber’s POV. Please enjoy. :)

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  A tear streamed down my face as I stared down at my hands. In one was a photo. It belonged to a small box I’ve kept with me throughout my life. I’d forgotten about it for years.

When I came back to Bridgeport I never planned to stay. I planned to pass…

And just, if people actually took the time to understand her, they'd realize that she isn't just some crazy woman who sends death threats. but that she's become that way from the shit that's happened to her. And that she's really just this fragile woman trying to cope with who she is and what she's become because she hates it. She honestly does. She may put up a good front but no one can hate Amber more than Amber hates herself.And that hurts me. It hurts me a lot.

MLCSC Chapter 95 Sneak Peak

“What’s wrong?” Antwone asked confused as he slowly unwrapped my arms from around him. The second he opened his door I flew into them. No words, just actions. I tried to speak up but the words weren’t coming out correctly.

“Alright. Calm down. Let’s go upstairs.” He wrapped his arm around me and led me to the couch. He sat down and faced me, concern eating away at his face. “Now what happened?”