I lay in bed, wrapped in the thick material of my blankets. I think about my life ahead of me, how it would change from now on.i pull the sheets up for a gasp of fresh air. "I'm growing up... I am grown up."I thought to myself. Ever since I was a little girl I used to dream about this day, me moving away, no one telling me what to do, freedom from my parents and their stupid complaints, and worst of all... School.
Me, so naïve and caught up in moments of having boyfriends and the drama and my social life, never actually looked beyond that point.everything I had, wanted and wished as a child wouldn't matter in the real world.
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In the arms of a fallen angel
Teen Fiction18 year old Aaron is leaving her hometown to attend college at St.Louis Missouri. Not knowing that her new life will soon be encountered by horrible series of unfortunate events. But hopefully she will still be alive to tell her story herself. ___...
