My life really sucks. Name's alana. I'm a 12 year old girl. Middle child. I live in a joint family(which I'm not happy about). I'm a tomboy for starters, love loose clothings. I am suffering from a mental disease. DEPRESSION. It got worse after cheta died. Cheta was my pet, my best friend died. He had liver cancer. The night he died, was the worst day of my life. I broke down, with my sister and cousin sisters. I didn't eat. I didn't speak. I just sat and looked at his dead face. I had memorized the death date and time, 18th July 2015, 6:50 Saturday.
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my sad story
Non-FictionATTENTION PLEASE. HELLO MY READERS, THIS IS THE AUTHOR SPEAKING IMPORTANT THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT ME: 1. I SUCK in spellings 2.I SUCK in grammes etc. 3.it's based on a real life experience some of it isn't THANKS FOR READING
