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Trust Is For Morons.I was sitting in my room when my mother finally confronted me. Her expression inspired a pit to stretch itself within my stomach like a parasitic newborn.Trust Is For Morons.
I wandered away from her and made the unwise decision of going into her room, only to realize she had me trapped there. That was when I conceded defeat and sat on her bed, waiting for her lecture. She was probably going to go over my most obvious problems: My withdrawal from my friends and family, my dark mood, the lack of the usual love for live I'd once had...
Mother didn't start with those, though, and look back now I know they weren't the real issue. My lack of
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Not usually permitted to speakSomething very strange was going on. The first clue to the 'strange happenings' was the fact that, aside from her own name, she had no recollection of her life. That was something important enough not to forget, right?Not usually permitted to speak
The second clue was much more noisy, however. And rude, if she were to speak freely. The phrase didn't really apply, since she would never say it out loud. After a brief pondering of why she was tugged by one end to speak her mind, and by another to be seen and not heard, Kayleigh decided that it had to do with things she could not remember.
The gaggle of voices and giggles she was surrounded by brough
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Two Hours Of Pretend -One- -Hour One- The cerulean blue sky of summer stretched out before me as I stood at the top of the hill, and as I looked down towards the park that I would meet her at. I could almost taste the joy in the air; Children running, Parents chasing, Animals playing...and her, waiting for me to arrive.Two Hours Of Pretend -One-
I took a deep breath, bracing myself for what could be the two hardest hours of my life so far. I brushed a hand through my straw blond hair, smoothed my black, ram-like horns, and set my gaze on my task.
She saw me more quickly from that bench than I anticipated her to, and she scurried to m
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A day in the life of a girlShe stood in front of my desk, watching me read while I tried to ignore her. She was the one that was loved by the one that had no room for me.A day in the life of a girl
"You know, I think my fingers are longer than yours." She abruptly stated, once again taking my attention away from the book I obviously wanted to read.
So I held up one hand, so that she could compare.
"They are!" She stated happily. "Mine look thinner, too."
I'm better. Her statement whispers. I smile softly.
"I think yours are."
I know. My words whisper back.
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She was on her computer, on the ot
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