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I awoke to the hard jolt of Aunt Andrea’s car coming to a stop. My eyes shot open and I strained my head so I could see Andrea from behind my bag that was sitting on the seat between us. She caught my eye and smiled softly.1
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“Valerie, wake up.” My dads voice came from behind my locked door. “You have fifteen minutes to get ready for your mothers funeral.”1
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How old is your youngest sibling? 21, i think.1
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Adam's answers to these questions. You can see mine in the previous survey that says (My answers)  Just telling yah. If you want to compa
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The phone rings; who do you want it to be? 1
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How is it that everything always falls into place?1
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Would you shave your head if a family member asked you to because they had cancer? 1
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1. What is your best friends name? 1
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What's your favorite color gummy bear?11
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What do you want to happen in my 'A Cry For Attention' story?1 Message me or comment on this and tell me your ideas... 2
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Sleet pounded heavy against the tinted windows of the tour bus as we drove down I-69 East. My eyes lids felt heavy and I shifted in my seat
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My eyes fell upon the ring in which was hanging loosely off my 4th finger on my right hand. Brendon didn’t call me or text me this morning.
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The air was cold on my neck as I walked down Maple Street. I popped my collar and exhaled. A cloud of what looked like smoke rose from my mouth. But I dont smoke. Well, not anymore I dont. I stuffed my hands in the pockets of
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I twirled the ends of Brendons soft brunette hair making sure I didn’t wake him up. His usual razored-textured spikes and soft side swept bangs were flat against his head from sleep. I had a lot of time between last night and
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I stared up at the off white colored ceiling and I cried. I didnt know why I was crying, I just was. I've been crying for some time now too. Maybe it was the fact that my mom is gone, and never to return. Maybe it is because
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I stare mindlessly out the window of my dads Jeep. I see the trees wizzing by and wish I were those trees, surrounded by familiar people wh
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I take in the scent of old rusty metal and dust. This was my new home. Temporary home, I sure hope. Jon pat me on the back and sighed. 1
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In a box called 'Lost and Found' there lay my heart all torn and bound. Waiting on your loving hands to dust it off and give it back.
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I found myself yearning for home for the second time today even though I was just there 2 hours, 23 minutes and 13 second ago. In that time I’ve been lying here staring at the off white colored ceiling wondering why I was put
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Dont ever think you made me mad, I cant be mad at you. You have made my life so amazing! I dont know how I could have made it this far without you.1
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I opened the front door to my house and poked my head in. “Mom?”1
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Sweat ran down my forehead as I intently watched my Dad make his move on the board. My eyes darted from him to the little peices of wood.1
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