Every year for my birthday I get a rose, one single rose, no more, no less. And every year I must tell a story. Today i am getting my hundredth rose, a rose with one hundred petals,1
one hundred stories, one hundred years. 2
One hundred times have i sat in this chair, fondling my roses, and choosing which story I wish to tell to the world.3
'Gather round, gather round to hear the tale I wish to tell. 4
I am dying, slowly, but the illness picks up speed, faster than anything on this earth. I have but one more chance to warn the world, to teach them through my stories, if you do not listen well now, the world will forget, and then I will be forgotten.5
I wish to tell you the story or my thirteenth birthday, for it was the day that my perception of the world changed. 6
hehe, super short, but, i will add more to it later, i have to go, tell me if it is a good beginning or not..............7
so-chan 8
Author notes
i am turning thirteen in 16 day, so i figured that would be a good age to for teh narrator in her story to tell about...............
lol
this is about a woman, looking back on the world, trying to change what she knows is wrong, she has, like all people, commited wrongs, and now she sees tehm, looking back on her life. She was in no way a criminal, but she wants to right the wring in the world, this story is her story, of when shee first realized something was wrong..................................
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woo! teehee
Oh man, that was an awesome begining. You should efiniatly keep writting it!!
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yayy! mandy likes! must finish!!!!!!!!!!
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wow, thank you very much!!!!!!!
hehe, i hadnt actualy gotten any comments on it, so i wasnt sure wether or not to keep writing, but, i will, so thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
so-chan
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