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Submitted to Contest #38
When I went to camp, we played this game where we had to tell one secret about ourselves. I had lied but if I had told the truth I would have said that my secret is I’ve never actually seen my best friend. I knew for a fact that it was a girl but I had never actually seen her before. We’d been neighbors ever since I could walk but she never really seemed to leave her house. When I was younger I used to think that it was strange that she never left her house. But as I got older I just assumed that she was homeschooled or sick. Every night she...
Submitted to Contest #34
I can't believe you're throwing a party What are you talking about I'm not in Brooklyn I see you talking to Megan I'm still in New York Then why do I see you walking towards me &nbsp...
I came to the front door of my mother's house, my hands were clammy and my face wet with perspiration. I haven't seen her in awhile and the thought of doing just that frightened me. My mother had always been stuck up, thinking higher of herself than she should. Not to mention the fact that she was very judgemental. Both factors doubled when she married some new guy with tons of money. I twisted the doorknob and walked inside looking around at yet another large house. I often wondered if my mother would tire of such a lifestyle but alas...
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