Hi‚ so welcome to my new story‚ I’ll be trying to update quicker and more often with this story. So the girl on the bottom is Lily‚ and her outfit is the yellow&white one‚ and the one on the top is Izabella‚ her outfit is the black one. Izabella is 16 and Lily is 14. I hope you like the story and umm adios! ••••• Izabella’s POV "Will all the girls starting from ages 12 through 16 come downstairs please! We have visitors‚ please dress appropriately!" Our orphanage director shouts through the loudspeaker
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His miserable face turned to me. His bleak eyes seemed to stare into my soul‚ and his mouth was poised‚ ready to devour. Berkley stood opposed to me‚ his once prideful demeanour gone. His mouth opened and closed before choosing to remain sealed. His navy jacket lay torn at the sides‚ the bright logo of AreLive still plastered on the side. How ironic‚ I thought‚ for his dream of creating a new Oregon. I attempted to speak‚ but my throat suddenly felt very dry. We stood like this‚ looking at the other
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I’ve been walking down this dirt path for hours‚ and the only thing running through my mind is how ready for a rest I am. The sun is especially radiant right now‚ seeing as it’s almost sunset. The rays seem as if they’re pinching my skin‚ but not to tightly. Almost like a baby who’s grasping with all of her might‚ but still isn’t quite strong enough to cause any actual pain. The thought of babies sends my mind reeling into the unfortunate darkness that is my memory. I see my smiling little girl flash
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Seek inside what ye may‚ dear reader‚ I shall divulge nothing! None that was mine to give‚ anyway. My death lends me‚ An audience I never had In waking hours; But I am forgiving: Read on‚ if you must‚ Tear open a page and peep inside‚ Your vulgar curiosities eager To rape me of my secrets‚ Secrets I left without maps. Drink if you shall‚ Of my jealous Love‚ Of my crude Laughter‚ The blind-alleys of blank pages‚ The playing field for skeletons‚ My memories too full and blemished
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The scene displayed a bowl-cut haired boy standing outside the school gymnasium. He had white polo shirt with hints of yellow stains and worn out shoes. He opened his bag‚ took an envolope‚ and pocketed it. The boy looked happy‚ his crooked teeth visible. He walked around the gymnasium until he reached the backdoor and opened the door. There‚ the girl’s volleyball club were practicing. The boy closed the door‚ sat on a nearby chair‚ and watched the spiking practice took place. Every now and then
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Throughout the conversations‚ even when upset with Jerry‚ Sophia always used that word “Sugar” when addressing her husband. Mustafa‚ who didn’t pay close attention to the names when people were introduced‚ thought that “Sugar” was Jerry’s real name. So‚ when Mustafa saw Jerry twirling ice cubes in his empty glass‚ he walked over to him and said‚ “Sugar‚ would you like another drink?” Mrs. Thomas wasted no time in putting Mustafa down. “Hee‚ hee‚ hee‚ hee‚” she squealed. Mu thinks ‘Sugar’ is Jerry’s
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Logan Kwan Ms. Kurtz NBE3U1c 20 December 2024 4:14 “Beep... beep... beeeeeeep.” “Time of death: 4:14” “I’m sorry honey‚ but she’s gone. Your Poh-Poh is gone.” “But- but- I didn’t get to say goodbye. I didn’t get to tell her I loved her”. And then I woke up. It was just a dream‚ but a painfully realistic scenario of what could have been. It was 6 a.m. when I woke from my slumber—and for someone who could sleep through a fire alarm (true story)—I was confused about why I was awake. I was awoken to
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My name is Afreen‚ and I am from Baghdad. I am writing this travelogue to one day bring enlightenment to my friends and family regarding the upcoming experiences and places I discover. Growing up as an Islamic woman‚ I was never bestowed with complete privilege to form my true character. My parents named me Afreen because it means beautiful in the Persian language‚ yet I dislike it‚ because beautiful is all they have ever wanted to make of me. My merchant father has supplied me with ample goods and
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The crisp autumn air bit on Aunt Angela’s face‚ sharp and numbing‚ as she trailed behind Louis through the shadowy‚ dimly lit city park. The cold nipped at her cheeks‚ each breath coming in quick‚ visible puffs that mirrored the frantic rhythm of her heart pounding in her chest. The rustling leaves whispered ominously in the breeze‚ their dry‚ brittle sounds adding to her sense of dread. She couldn’t believe it‚ couldn’t wrap her mind around the horrifying possibility that the boy she had loved since
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Elmina sits flat on the cold floor of the small room. While Ida sat on a withered chair‚ she forced her to lean forward to relieve the pressure of the chair. As promised‚ Ida carefully cares for Elmina’s hair‚ combing through it lovingly.Surrounded by a faint glow of light from a single window. A small potted flower rests on the dark wooden table before them. Its slightly wilted petals‚ still holding onto its delicate beauty; the leaves catching the faint light that exists‚ struggling but resilient
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