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*Story contains self harm, gore, violence, and abuse* November 18, 1941 Dearest, They found out about me today. There are others too. I didn't know that? Did you? They say that we are different from others, well of course we know that. What other people can do what we do? The people who took us put us in a truck. It's dark here, there aren't any windows. They tell us though, to not worry. They say that they won't hurt us, but I'm not so sure. There's a little girl here, oh she's so tiny. She started cry...
"Brielle, Brielle! I have a couple questions for you!" "Brielle Everlee, over here please!" I muttered 'ugh' at the paparazzi people, and continued up the stairs that were heavily carpeted with red velvet lined with gold trimming. The flashing lights of the cameras made me dizzy. I sighed mentally and wished that I had brought my famous sunglasses 'Brielle Glare', so I wouldn't go blind. The paparazzi people wouldn't let up though, with the cameras. They wanted to take pictures of me, well, the dress I designed. It had a ...
I sighed as I cleaned off the counters of Bret's Burger Bar, the manager watching me from behind, his arms crossed. I was so close to turning around and slapping him silly with the wet cloth, but surprisingly contained myself. "Missed a spot," he said groggily. I angrily scrubbed away at a spot where some drunk guy had spilled his IPA. The room smelled sharply of cleaning solution and stale beer. I finished wiping off the counter and threw the rag into a red bucket filled with dirty water from previous cleaning sessio...
Ella rubbed her temples and looked at herself in the mirror. If her small business didn't completely fail after this, then she really had the best luck in the world. This shop was her life! Her source of income and happiness! She crumpled her fists and grumpily walked back to the counter. Sure, she started her day with a bad review, but she would end it with the best review. To make sure of this, she spritzed down her counters and nicely arranged her candies out in an organized way. She straightened her apron an...
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