Sunday, June 6th, the worst day, I ever experienced. I had my church dress on, my hair in a sophisticated bun. My dad, no where to be seen. The pastor spoke, and spoke and spoke, until clear noon, spread across the summer sky. They placed her, in a well dug hole, one that I hope to visit every year on her birthday. In my thoughts, were images of her and me, laughing, dancing, and playing, along to how innocent, I was.
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The Boy I Loved
RomanceGabby was a sweet innocent teenager. She would love to spend time with her mother, until she died, and left Gabby with her abusive father. Gabby didn't know why she was treated this way, until one day, when she was running away, she met him.
