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While I looked out the window getting ready to go to the fields I noticed the girl closing the journal she was scribbling in. She sat on the other side of the rusty barbed fence. She said words never to be heard and held her hands so tightly together that her knuckles turned white. Her skin was a beautiful caramel color and she had gray eyes that held a fierce stare. She also had ringlets of black that fell past her shoulders. Not many people look like her only some people from where I live. It's the poorest community also known as the the wire because where I live is so forgotten that the fence we have is only barbed wire where as other places the fences is way more high tech. Finally after the girl staring through the fence for so long her eyes met mine and fear washed over her face. She picked up her book and took off into the woods. At that moment two things crossed my mind, where did she come from and why was she so scared.

*Ok so this is my first time writing a book so if you like it read it if you don't then plz no hate I write for my own enjoyment. If you do have any suggestions though then give me what you got*
~Missy

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