Most stories I've heard from tall tales across the creeks and in the mountain groves, inside the forest deeply wedded inside, tend to have a hero and a villain. The dragons and the knights for example. However my story is different, my story is what I call my own. My unique document of every moment. No heroes, only villains, and a sad lonely girl. Me Camille, with nothing to live for except running.
It all began on a late summers Eve by the oceans bay on the old rickety dock. The old rickety dock was my home. Well not exactly, I had a home but I refused to believe the cottage was mine. For inside the cottage lived what they called themselves parents who don't care, however beg to neglect me. I choose to sit in the cold bay, with sea winds rustling about my dark locks. My legs hang over the oak edge in wonder.
I want to leave...
That was the only words I cared for. My life here was not a good one. No one loved me, and I was known as a failed birth.
Many may wonder if I did something wrong, but that's not the case, I was wrong, because I thought living in a home with my so called parents was a good idea.
Eighteen years I spent, abused almost being killed. Harassed.
And now it's my time to leave.
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Seven Sinly Sentiments
FantasyCamille, a young teen is sent off to a new town. Her parents just killed, she runs off to try to face the rest of the world. However the day she arrived in the city of Merstowne and in a great deal of trouble she ends up running straight into the Si...
