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{chapter 1} Innocent
Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Of all I know, this was the year it would change. Or so I thought. I still wasn't sure of what would happen next. Being the sentient of sadness and dismay wasn't very easy for a girl like me. It was horrifying, it still is, horrifying.

And so it begins, the after-cure of my painful story. To be exact,  the painful story of my after-cure.


  The first day of school again, the start of the first semester of the year. I was 12 that year, the starting line of teenage. I knew I had to be prepared, but was I really cut-out for this? Look life in the face and laugh, was pretty much all I had to do.


  As I arrived at the front door of the school, I felt a light breeze dance across my face. Could it mean that the day was going to be abnormal?( In my life, abnormal is a good thing, normal would mean dumb luck.) I held a book in my hand as I walked towards the now unfamiliar classroom, full of unfamiliar faces in some way, unfamiliar voices, I couldn't help but look up. They were the same classmates I had last year, but why is everything so diffrent?


  ' Hi there! It's been a long time since we've talked. Mind if I crash in?' A voice stunned me. It was Abigail Stamwell, she was my classmate the year before. ' Not at all, you can have this seat. ' I swayed aside willingly. ' Actually, I was hoping I could sit with you, I'm unfamiliar with everyone here exept you' again, I hear the word, unfamiliar. ' Okay then.'


  I put down the book to pay more attention to my social life, chatting with my "girlfriends". Girls gathered around to talk to me, I guess they've seen my sign of recovery. If I wasn't mistaken, we've talked for hours,  and still no sign of our smiley faced teacher, Miss Marquez...


 



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'Was this actually the life I always wanted?' all I could hear in the dark was the soft murmur that trickled me . A flash of white light was what I saw next . 'Am I dying?' was all I heard .

'Aaaaggghhhh' . I woke up, screaming . I've been doing this every night since a month ago. Maybe it's coming back, must I be aware of this? Or should I just live with it for the rest of my life?

Maybe it's time for me to battle. But for now, I'm entirely sure all I need is something you can't hold in your arms. You hold it with your heart.

'The Gift of True Friendship'



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