It was the middle of May and the town of Burmingham was full of life. Girls jumping rope and boys throwing a football around but there was a little girl named Reanna who was always looking out the window of the big white house in the neighborhood of Dew berry lane. Her home was on the top of a small hill she looked lonely but it wasn't her fault she was sickly and couldn't play outside like the other kids. Her skin was a pale color she had blonde straight stringy hair and the only brightness was her eyes because everyday her grandmother visited and something new always happened when she came. There was three knocks on her bedroom door. "Anna??" Said a small sweet voice she instantly recognized. "Grandmum!" She got off her window Ceil and ran to her bedroom door and opened it. "How I missed my sweet Anna!" Smiled the grandmother with delight. Reanna giggles "oh grandmum I saw you yesterday!" The grandmother smiles "oh yes that's right my smart girl! " she sat a small case on the table. Reanna looked over at the case "what is that?" The grandmother looked at Reanna. "Its a briefcase but its filled with knowledge that you would grandly possess. The grandmother looked at Reanna. " would you like to open up the case of knowledge?" Reanna nodded and unhatched it and slowly opened it "ooooh look at all those people!" There in the suitcase were many black and white photographs.
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Sticks And Stones
General FictionThis is the life story of Reanna Stasha I give credit to myself because I wrote this on my own.
