Chapter one:
My name's Rose. I'm 17 years old. And you'd think I had the perfect life if you knew me.
That's not exactly the truth.
I live in a care home, one day i'm hoping to get out of this dump...
If I don't get a family or home soon.
I'm going to comit suicide.
I slit my wrists atleast twice a week. My hairs a mess and is greasy.
You should see my scars all over my face, and all the bruises on my kneecaps.
I can barely see from the pain, and it hurts so much to open up my eyes.
I'm recovering slowly. And somebody is intrested in adopting me.
They look like the perfect family.
Perfect - HEH, well yeah, for me.
One day maybe somebody will help me.
Before I kill myself.
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Thread: On the run.
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03-12-2005, 07:48 PM #1Embean Guest
On the run.
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Omg omg omg" More more more.
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03-12-2005, 07:50 PM #3Embean Guest
Lmao
Originally Posted by -Sunny.
The chapters are only short because i might have to go soon.
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Is that supposed to be a short story? I'm sorry (well in truth i'm not) that is poor.
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How is it? Her stories rawk. Originally Posted by SHEEPY
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Please tell me your joking? Originally Posted by -Sunny.
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03-12-2005, 07:53 PM #7Embean Guest Chapter 2:
Dear diary,
I've been adopted, they have a lovely house.
And they're lovely people.
I just had a bath and I feel so clean and fresh.
Maybe my cuts on my wrists and all my scars will eventually clear up.
I don't know diary, maybe this family is to perfect.
They're so nice they seem fake.
I'll need to make some new friends.
I'm refuse to start school yet though.
I just had a nice meal, it was a lovely roast dinner.
I can't wait for christmas, they say I have a surprise in store.
They haven't told me what it is.
I'm hoping it will be something nice.
I hope I get some new clothes.
And I hope I get something really nice.
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go on, have a good cry. : '(
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Great once again
No They do rock. Originally Posted by SHEEPY
Sheepy. If you don't like her stories don't post in them
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I'm going to post my own peice of work, it took me around 5 minutes like these in this thread!
As a flute blew along the street in the breeze
a whistle in the wind, or so to speak. A cat leads a man
astray down through an alleyway. This scene
would seem OK,
had the man not been blind, the cat
not been a dog,
and the alley not been a badger trap
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