The book. Everyone knows the book. Some hate, others love. I have the world in my hands with that book. Everyone writes their own story, but they don't want to. I never thought this leather, mahogany, ugly, disgusting book would change my life. Forever.
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In My Hands
RandomWhy? Why? The car ride was dreadful. Trees and trees and an occasional car. This was my life in nature. Boring and useless. I had my two best friends and I would never be able to see them again. I'm a 6th grader. I need friends and now I'm going to...
