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Here is a story I am writing in my notebook. It's not done, but I might add to it as I go along. Please read, people told me that this is a good quaili

published on November 14, 2013not completed

8. Violet

One of the reasons that I am different is that I don’t like thinking about the past. Lots of kids have fond memories of making sandcastles in the beach with their siblings, running around at parks, going out for dinner. You know what I’m going to say: “I don’t have any.” But that’s actually wrong. I do have memories. Me alone at the beach, swimming, pretending to drown to annoy the lifeguard. Destroying park property and chasing people around with the spray paint. Eating dinner and ordering everything off the menu, then just “realizing” I don’t have money to pay. Sometimes I stay awake at night, pondering my past and asking myself, “Why don’t I have any friends?” Maybe I will,  I though the next day as I saw a dead girl who fell off her bike.
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on December 01, 2013
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on November 22, 2013