I am so thrilled to be in my new town! I am so happy that I won't have to be in that frumpy and old apartment building I was forced to live in for 7 years in Chicago. Now its just a nice, cozy cottage in Oregon, away from the loud cars and construction work. The most noise I probably hear is my little sister, Rortha, who is 5 and always likes to bang her small fists on my door. Always asking me to play video games with her or play hide-and-seek. But my hands always numb all the way up to the tips of my fingers and I freeze and I then become unable to open the frightening door. I don't know why, but I am always afraid of talking to people, even my own parents who birthed me. I feel like an animal who isn't tamed, I feel scared to do much action and I really do desire to fall past this in the next chapter of my life. Hopefully my hands will be able to write every single detail about it.
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The White Teeth Teens
Teen FictionA young girl joins a school filled with many different personalities. Many whom are the books worms, the competitive jocks, stoners, and many more. The group that stood out to her the most were the White Teeth Teens, who seemed to get anything they...
