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Lately I've been anxious. I'm not sure if it's a good anxious or a bad one, but I know I'm scared to death. I want to go home so bad. Running away is every spiteful teenagers dream, until they actually try living on the mean streets of an unforgiving city.
I think we are lucky. Most teenagers would be stuck in a bad crowd if they were left to their own devices. I thank God every night for giving me a roof over my head, money in my pockets, and amazing friends who understand me.
But honestly I think something is really wrong with me. I've been shaking really bad. I'm too young for Parkinson's disease, and it can't be hunger, because I've had a peanut butter sandwhich. I can't be cold, so it must be the fear chilling me to the bone. My fingernails are serrated at the tips. My hair is a stringy mess. My clothes are fading and beginning to look dingy. My face has lost it's healthy glow, and I feel sad. I should probably go wake up Crystal and Jade.
-Lyla.
I tucked away my 'Lyla' journal in a box and pushed it beneath my bed in this pungent Oregonian apartment. It seemed like a decent enough hour to wake up the girls.
"Hey Crystal... Heeey." I gently shook her until her eyes lazily opened.
"What time is it?" She asked, rubbing her eyes and yawning.
"I think it's 6am." I studied the clock on the wall.
"Why so early Lyla?" She said, more concerned than agitated.
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A Mermaid's Dream
Pertualangan[This story is based off of a dream I had one night and so I wrote it down and came up with a more detailed version. Please enjoy.] ...
