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just felt like writing this about my past.
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A song i felt like writing
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The late bell finally rung. I looked up, to see the new girl. She had blonde hair that is dyed red at the ends. She was obviously not from here. She ..
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He brought me to a cemetery. It isn't so bad, I suppose. "I like the peacefulness here, after my mom died when I just couldn't handle stuff I"d come ..
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That was an awkward moment with Emmi's uncle. He seemed very controlling, maybe even abusive. If he is I may have to kick some a*s. PING.
Emmi ..
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I walked into Mrs. Rollins' class, trying to ignore Jasper's stares. "Ms. Loveridge, please take off your sunglasses," Mrs. Rollins said. "Okay." I b..
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"Wow, that's a nasty black eye," the school nurse said. "No kidding, is there anything you can do about it?" I asked. "No, but I will have to report ..
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"Okay, so, your sister has petitioned to be removed from your uncle's custody and into the foster care system, one of her conditions is that you come..
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4 months later "Hey, Mrs. Rollins," I said as form of greeting when my history teacher opened the door. "Hi Jasper and how many times have I told you..
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"We're here," Jasper declared. "I'm climbing the tree if you brought me to the cemetery," I told him jokingly. "Okay," He chuckled. "I love you," I t..
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