Well, I should've done something. But I didn't. I wrote about it in my journal.
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I hope people don't find my journal because I wrote some pretty nasty stuff in it that I wouldn't want them to know about.
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The next day was Saturday. I'm alone again. I sighed. I just don't get it. I sighed again.
This morning, I just made myself breakfast. Oatmeal. Sad and plain. Like me. Sigh.
Then I went up to my room and watched TV. After one episode of Once Upon A Time, Aunt Wilma knocked on the door.
"Sweetie? Are you in here? Gio?"
"Come in..." I said. She opened the door.
"I know things may seem rough right now." Then she paused for no reason.
"Go on..."
"So I've been thinking-"
Then her phone rang.
"Hold that thought." she said.
Then she answered the phone. This is what she said on her end of the call.
"Hello...? Yes this is she... oh no! Really?.... Ok we'll be there soon."
Oh no. I have a feeling this is gonna be bad.
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Being Me |UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION|. -SHORT CHAPTERS-
Ficção Geral12 year old Gio wants to add more story to her life. There's nothing she could to really do to change it. She has dead parents, lives with her Aunt Wilma and her brother is in college. She starts to get a little lonely so she tries being herself aro...
