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The Life of Veronica Grey: Part 3

I don’t know why I thought stealing and sailing a boat to an unknown location would ever be a good idea, especially since I didn’t know anything about sailing. Heck, I’ve never even been on a boat before.

I guess desperate times call for desperate measures and I thought this was my only chance to escape and create a better future for my young son.

I was a fool. As soon as I started to figure out…

I realized that if I don’t want my parents to ever find me, I’d have to actually leave town and go somewhere they’d never think of looking. I always hated coastal towns – they were always reeking with raw fish and just generally disgusted me.

So, I took the last Simoleons I stole from my parents to book a one-way ticket to Brindleton Bay. As I explored the town, which I hated by the way, I met…

I wish I weren’t me. I wish I had a different life. I wish I knew what the future holds and if there’s any hope at all. These are the thoughts running through my mind on a daily basis.

A few days ago, I left home and I don’t know where to go or what to do next. As you’re reading this, you’re probably wondering: “What’s this chick on about?”

It all started with my parents who never wanted kids…

The new chapter is up! Sorry for the delay, my partner and I were busy with a great many things, and I just returned from a trip out of state!

The content and language is becoming more graphic, so be advised as you read that you may or may not enjoy the dark turns that the story is beginning to make. It is taking hold and establishing a life of it's own and it is glorious!