Amanda told me to get my butt up and watch the sunset. I cried because I hate beauty. Once I walked to the white screened in room with red, pink, and white flower pots surrounding us I sat down on a wobbly new blank paper white seats with pastel yellow cushions. Where was the sun? It was light out but all we could see were cumulus clouds in the finely painted baby blue sky. Nana along with Amy suggested that we had missed the sunset. I couldn't take it so I denied because it was the only way I could cope. I was in denial. A horrible stage in persons life.
De🔹ni🔹al🔹
The action of declaring something to be untrue
I just couldn't do it anymore. I fell asleep on two of the paper white and pastel yellow foot rests. I woke up to some ruckus in the kitchen. I stumbled to the living room about two yards away. The couch seemed like a pleasurable place to continue my siesta. Once again I closed my eyes waiting for the sunset that had already set.
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My Snail Story
AcakBased on true events. This stomach twisting story will leave you cryin to yo mama. It's a suspenseful thriller about the time I nearly died in Florida with my friend to witness everything.
