Sad Books For Middle Schoolers Novels & Stories

“Can sense your sadness. What is it?” “I used to have a cat; you know. A black cat who was a soul eater. His name was blue… um, Queen Zoraida ordered it to be killed and it sounds crazy but that day broke me.” My mouth tightened as I frowned at the thought of Mr. Blue. [Flashback] “Come back…” I had trailed those words in tears. “Please come back. I have no one to talk to. They all curse and hate me.” “Please come back.”

The six friends sat in the living room in Lydia’s cottage, playing a board game, while Sadie read one of Arla’s werewolf textbooks for the five hundredth time. She let out a long, dramatic sigh, causing the rest of them to look in her direction, noticing the wistful look on her face. “Uh, are you ok, Sadie?” asked Sebastian, a little warily. “What? Oh, yeah, sorry,” she replied. “I just get caught up in the romance every time I read about werewolf mates.”

Fortunately, the first weeks were characterized by the start of school and thus, messy weeks. Picking up books, buying school supply’s at the last minute, meet the teachers and classmates and learn the class schedules. The blood moon ceremony still fell in a fairly quiet period. Maddie was happy, because she found it difficult, with so much energy and knowledge, to walk around the school of her ordinary life. With the tree magic, insight her, she felt, compared to her classmates, like an old fossil. She and Raven were together as much as they could. They enjoyed each other, slept together every night, and faithfully took the anti-love elixir, which no longer was affected by Maddie her magic

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Grayson looked at Sandra's and Bobby's tear-streaked faces and reluctantly stepped aside to let them in. Bobby immediately spotted the little cakes on the table and reached for them, only to be yanked back by Sandra. Under his mother's fierce gaze, he lowered his head, whining, "Daddy, I was wrong. I shouldn't have scribbled on your work files…" Seeing Bobby's pitiful expression, Grayson was momentarily reminded of Alicia crying, and his heart softened. But then panic flared again—where were Alicia and I? Why hadn't we returned home so late?

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Jacqueline I've had it with this shit. No more doormat, no more Ms. Goody Two Shoes. I picked up my phone from the mattress beside me. Only one person I know who will understand how I'm feeling without judging me. Without bringing up my past like a mallet to beat me over the head. One little slip in judgment when I was eighteen years old and I have to live like a nun forever. Well fuck that the habit's coming off. I'm lonely, horny and pissed the fuck off. No almost twenty two year old is supposed to feel like this.

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She had been the one to tear up my test papers and throw my textbooks and backpack into the pond. She even forced me to glue the shredded pieces back together. If I couldn't do it, she would stomp on me. But now, the face in my memory blurred with the one before me, making it hard to focus on her. Suddenly, the red fog surrounded us. This time, we could all see clearly that it was like sulfuric acid, eating away at her flesh. The woman's screams echoed in our ears. After a long while, it was finally quiet again. My gaze shifted to the last remaining person, Charlotte. By now, she was the only survivor of her group.

"Please don't say that, you're too young to even think about that. I understand a lot of things has happen but you wishing to vanish from the surface of the Earth won't solve anything. I'm really sorry for the loss of your brother, you're not the only one that is hurting here, my heartaches badly over the death of my best friend and brother. Everyone is hurting, no one wished for this to happen..." "But it happened! It happened, he's dead. My best friend and big brother is dead. Who is going to help me with my homework, pay my school fees, buy me cupcakes and ice cream, play all kinds of games with me, buy my mom drugs, rough my hair whenever I teases him? No one is going to do that anymore"