my feet follow the same path as it has a million times before but something is different making me question my every step. what could this feeling be? I would normally describe this feeling as weighted or like an urge to turn and run as fast as I could until I would eventually collapse fighting to catch my breath. what you dont know is today is my eighteenth birthday the day ive dreaded for over ten years since the tradgic death of my parents Matthew and Georgia May 21, 1987. My name is Lydia and this is the story of how I died but also how my life has just begun.
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the rusted path to closure
Teen FictionA girl named lydia's parents mysteriously die on her 10th birthday on her 18th birthday her and her best friend from the orphanage landon set out on an advernture of their life time to uncover the mysteries of her families secrets and to figure out...
