The isolating winters breeze
Flowing softly through my thick golden hair felt amazing as I walked towards my bus stop. Although I could say I'm not exited for the grade 7 school drama.
It will all start again when i tell the teacher I'll be picked up at 1:30. And another year of questions will be thrown at me...again. Like the most common "why are you leaving????", that question I am not aloud to answer. I've been advised that my sister in grade 9 is none of my businesses and no one needs to know about her. Because ever since I was 8 I've learned to grow up and realize that crap happens, because that my friend is when my sister got diagnosed with something she nicknamed 'Ani'. She calls it Ani to convince herself that it's just as easy to over come as a bully, Ani is just another person. But she can't go on pretending it's a person because it's bigger than that, it's anorexia a disorder my sister has had for awhile. So that's where I'm going after school, to the family council meetings that I'm not aloud to be a part of but they still force me to sit outside...
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A book of unfinished beginnings
RastgeleThis book is basically, a million different ideas I've had for books that I've never got around to writing. Because the other day I noticed my notebook was full of beginnings with no middles or ends
