Okay, before I give this a name...
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So, here's kind of like a preface or what ever you'd like to call it.
"What?" I ask, blistering fury in my voice, and pains that I couldn't even explain gripping at my heart.
"I'm sorry I-" he starts, trying to plead to me.
"Sorry? SORRY! YOU KNEW FOR HOW LONG, AND YOU ONLY TELL ME NOW?" I shout.
The lights flicker, and I'm afraid that if I don't calm down that all the candle lit flames will go out.
"Mela-" Timon starts.
"Don't you dare call me that," I say sternly.
"That's what you are!" he shouts, lifting his hands up. "You can't hide from it! This is what you are going to be forever weither you like it or not, and now you have to decide if-"
"I know," I say, cutting him off. I look away. I can't bare to look at him now. "Either I succeed, or die trying." -
end of the preface thingy.
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Screw it, I'll just type the story and if find it please post something.
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I wake up. It's cold, and I can hear the rain, pounding on my windows as if asking for an entrance. It's utterly quiet, but dark.
It's always dark here.
I sit up and look around and turn my lamp on. It must be really early in the morning. -
Now it's time to go to high school and the new semester is starting and whoop dee doo, someone kill me now. Please. I beg you.
I get out of bed and then get dressed in a long black shirt and skinny jeans and black boots.
Okay, I love black, but so what? Who cares.
I'm used to it.
I brush my hair and teeth and everything of that sort and then put on a black and silver sweater. Thunder sounds and I look out the window. I smile as lightning flashes, making the room light up like fire works.
My smile quickly fades as I hear everyone else down stairs, getting breakfast. I sigh and turn around and grab my piece of crap backpack and head down the stairs. -
When I get down there I see all the kids. The kids who have a chance. The kids who are young. The kids who will get a family.
Who wants to adopt a stupid sixteen year old?
I set my backpack down on one of the many couches we have and then head into the kitchen. "Morning Noel," little Anna says.
I smile at her.
"Hi Anna," I say.
I quickly walk away before she can say anything else to me.
I look down at the golden brown pancakes that Marla had prepared for us. Nice, warm, fluffy, with syrup right next to it, and butter just waiting to be spread on it.
I hate pancakes. -
I pass over the disgusting pancakes and just take three pieces of bacon instead and call that good.
There's not that much food here in the orphanage, so I never take too much. That would leave the little kids, the younger kids, the kids who have a chance, with out hardly any food.
I had my share. It's time for theirs. -
dang it. no one's ever on in the library...
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*sighs*
I go and sit at a lonely chair in the corner of the kitchen and I let the other kids take the table. I can already hear the rain beginning to pound out side, I mean, it is Dover, England. -
After I'm done with the bacon I wash the grease off my plate and set the plate in the dish washer. I walk into the living room to get my piece of crap backpack and then head outside on the porch.
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I BE READING..BUT I'LL FINISH READING IT LATER..
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The rain smells nice. I watch as it hits the ground and forms in little puddles in our driveway. It's nice to get the smell of pancakes away from me, and replace it with the smell of rain instead.
and that's when I hear it. The rattling sound of the school bus, pulling into the driveway. It parks with it's squeaking brakes and I hurry on before anyone else gets outside. -
All the other kids then get on the bus while I keep my seat alone in the front. This place feels dead, and I hate the rain.
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We make our way to the school and I stay quiet the whole way there. When we finally get there I hurry off of the bus and I walk into the high school.
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