"I'm not going to marry him!" I yell at my adoptive parents, running up to mine and my little brothers bedroom.
"You don't have a choice in the matter!" My 'mother' yells back. I shut the door and lock it, grabbing mine and my brothers backpack. I started to fill the backpacks with stuff that we would need. My little bro looks over at me from coloring in the coloring book I gave him for his last birthday and asks "what are you doing, sis?"
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Things to make you think (for story beginnings)
RandomJust some ideas for beginnings or just to get you thinking, some are good, some are bad, some idk. if you end up using any of them feel free to send me the title of the story it's in, I'll check it out. I hope you like them, most of the time I write...
