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FONTS

:Wess's thoughts:

"Jess speaking"

(Narrator/Me)

Jess's thoughts

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I seemed to be on the bottom of the ocean but I could breath. I couldn't scream, couldn't speak, and couldn't move. What was happening? Wait, is this a dream? I can't feel my whole body. I pinch myself, somehow I did, couldn't feel it. I woke up.

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Wait where am I? Oh right I'm in my room. I walk to the bathroom. (What day was it? Oh yeah, the day I found my little kitten.) Brush teeth, Do my hair, go to the bathroom, wait aren't i missing something. :Jess, are you forgetting about me?: No Wess I can't ever forget you, you're in my head. Pick out clothes. Not that one, no, no no, hmm this one is good. Tie shoes. Hmm cereal? This one for breakfast, but this one for a snack later. I heard a light knock on thed door. Open the door. No one is here. : is someone ding-dong-ditching?: I don't think so Wess. I look at my door-mat. A basket? I hear a soft wimper. Oh dear, something is inside the basket. :Oh great kan we kill it?: NO WAY WESS. I bring the basket inside and take the blanket off. A little orange kitten, a runt by the looks of it, in the middle on the basket.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 20, 2016 ⏰

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