it was like 3 am and I was walking home from the beach when I passed by the cemetery. I feel compelled to go in, so, I walk over to one of the stones and with a sigh read: "Layla Maurers 1986-2017 beloved mother, sister, daughter, friend" I sit next to her in the pouring rain and remember another day like this. I was a little girl sitting on her lap as my hair got brushed with my hair poofy from humidity, "I Hate the rain! why can't it just be sunny all the time!" I complained as she applied coconut oil in my hair which she then replied by saying "Jessica, you know you can't enjoy the sun unless you experience the rain" . Now 7 years later I still sit next to her and think "you can't enjoy the sun unless you experience the rain"
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The foggy beach
Teen Fictiona 14 year old(8th grade) girl's book of random entries she wrote while dealing with her weird life.her name is Jessica Maurers (she goes by Jessiy) and she lives in the foggy part of california. she has a twin sister that she hated since she was 8 a...
