They brought in this guy who they said was a specialist. They said he would help. I told the specialist, his name was John, everything I knew. I told John what I remembered, the pictures of Bailey and Uncle Sam that had popped up, the dreams, the things I saw, said, heard when no one could hear me. The whole time John just nodded, and a few times he wrote something down or made a face. When I was finished John got up and left. I never saw John again.
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The Kid Who Fell
NouvellesOne day Ali was just hanging out with her friend. Then ... I wrote this some time ago it's my first short story, it's pretty short, hope you enjoy. One of my earlier stories, I know it has some grammar mistakes. (I wrote this in 7th Grade.)
