Life was going pretty good for a while. That is, until I was sent back to the Hell-house called an orphanage. She said I wasn't good for the family. What a load of bull that is. So I've been back for... almost a month now with my new laptop to keep me company. I could use a good friend currently. Tiff got adopted by a nice old couple. Lucky her. I'll miss her ass.
-Avangeline
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"Fine, Avangeline!" he had screamed. "Leave me and never come back!" Thats the last thing I can remember. Other than the screech of tires and sudden pain everywhere. I can barely sit up and type this. I'm useless right now. A few ribs broken, a broken leg and a fractured wrist. No concussion though. Right now I can bon Mar 12 5:26 PM, In Diary, First person, Journal, Nonfiction, Pain. 300 words. → Make first comment?
