I hazeth Like.. an awesome soap Idea.
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Thread Topic: I hazeth Like.. an awesome soap Idea.
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His father told James to open it. He did. He saw Ally. He was shocked. He tried to hide his scars and cuts from her by putting his shirt back on. "Hi... H- Hi Ally..." He muttered.
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Chyna had passed a house with screaming. Then she saw the girl at the front door. Suddenly,Chyna froze. Her vision got blury. Chyna fainted,falling to the ground as her vision went black.
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Ally smiled. "H-hey James... Y'know that project in social studies... I was wondering if you wanted to work on it, we could go to the library or something..." She noticed his scars and cuts. Reaching out to touch his shoulder, she asked, "Are you okay?"
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"UAH!" It showed how much it hurt. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just don't touch." I frowned. "Can we go to the library now?" I said after sometime. I noticed a girl on the ground. "Uh... Who's that?"
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I know this is a bit late but...may I join?
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Course.
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(yesh bunnies you shall join now! ;D)
"Oh, uh... yeah. Sorry," she pulled her hand back to her side. "Wait, what?" she turned and saw a girl lying unconscious in the road. "Holy s---..." -
Yay! So...where are your charries?
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Begining.
"Um... Maybe we should Help" I mumbled. I Stumbled my way to her. I shook her shoulder and frowned. You can tell I don't smile much. -
Thanks
Name: Lynnediara(Lin-dee-ahh-rah)
Age: 16
Skin: Pale with white scars
Eyes: Deep blue
Hair: Firey red with brown streaks
Background: Parents have love of torture and pain that they take out on her -
Ally nodded at James and kneeled next to the girl and felt for her pulse. "She's just unconscious..." she frowned as she started to think. "We can't just leave her out here... Where do we put her?"
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"Uh.. I defiantly can't leave her with my father." I pondered a bit.
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"I.. uh... I can't keep her at my house... It's kind of... complicated." She looked away, hoping James wouldn't ask anything more about the subject.
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"Maybe we can leave her at the shed." The shed was a building that was torn down but held a few kids. The kids were either had no parents, Or were abused.
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Today I was moving into our new house with those beasts that are called my parents. I was shaky from lack of sleep and malnutrition as I pulled the crate of my father's vodka bottles into the small space under the stairs that would also be my room soon. But my fingers broke from the wood and I fell onto my back.
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