I have to admit, corners interest me. I know, it's weird, but you never know what you'll see unless you turn. It could be something weird or scary or mysterious, but you won't know what's there until you look. Having said that, my life is a series of corners. So many unexpected things happened in the 13 years of my lifetime, including the following:
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"You have to push up and then turn the knob." I tell Camille for the tenth or eleventh time as she struggles with the front door. Her Jet black hair rolls over her shoulder. Her tan skin and dark brown eyes give me a soothing feeling of warmth in the frigid winter time. "You guys need to replace this whole house" she says irritated, "it's falling apart". We race inside, throwing our coats , snow boots, scarfs, and hats all over the floor. "I'm home!" I call as I walk into the living room which has one couch and a box as a stand for our century-old TV. "Hey honey, how was school?" She asks. "Good" I say with a sigh, trying to act as sincere as possible. "How was yours?" I question. I run to the kitchen to get a snack. She replies with a sigh and her usual "fine", but it's something about the way she says it that seems different. I shrug it off and Camille and I head to my room.
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The next day was nothing special. Just a Saturday. We are turning my favorite corner that has a stop sign and a crosswalk taking you to the other half of the street that leads to the park. "Camille, I'm tired of you dragging me places without telling me were we're going. Please tell me where you're taking me." I say in an annoyed voice. She scowls at me in a friendly manner. "Just this last time, I promise" Camille replies. "Look what I found!" she exclaims
in a voice that sounds like a three year olds'. "I found this stone with your name carved into it yesterday. I would have shown it to you then, but you were so eager in getting home so we could get our homework done" she retorts.
"Does it say anything else?" I ask, actually curious this time.
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Corners
Bí ẩn / Giật gânQuinn Freeman is a girl who lives in Wisconsin with her best friend, Clarissa, and let's just say that she doesn't live on the better side of the neighborhood. But, when she finds out she was actually suppose to live in an upscale mansion in Paris...
