Beauty

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Hi, my name is Kristal Samone. I'm 15 and I come from a difficult past and present. I used to live with my Grams because my parents died when I was ten. My dad was a news reporter and a part-time French II teacher. My mom is a novelist and her books are best-sellers. One day my mom announced she was going to China to help her write through the 'Chinese Inspiration'. My dad was going to Europe on a class trip. They never came back home. Both lives ended in a big explosion and pieces of body and plane parts. Poor kids...
I had to live with my Grams who wasn't very happy to take care of me. She made me clean everything and I had to bathe her and make sure she has everything she needed. I gathered all the black clothing I could find and made at least 25 different outfits from them including spikes and studs and rhinestones. Kids at school made fun of me because they didn't know about my past. I wore black everyday until one day I got all fed up with my lifestyle and I decided to run away.
Although that seemed to be a good idea at the time, it really wasn't. I was immediately caught and put in a foster home. I made friends with a very determined girl named Bellatrix Quine. Bella and I did everything together. She loved sketching and dancing and I loved acting and singing. Whenever we had the time we would improve using little beats and lines to act and perform onstage...
One day Bella got raped and we ran away after killing the rapist with a sock and a wire. We went days without food or water or clothing nor shelter. Finally, Bella saw a shack a far way of and we ran the whole way there. The old woman in the shack had little food but she had great clothing. She was a gypsy- at least that's what I think she was. She showed us the way to a house a couple of miles down and when we made it we found that it was a nice couple inside who've always wanted children. They kept us for about a year and Bella and I were 13.
        One day we ran out of food and so the couple took us to their grandparents house in Gould, Arkansas. It was so small, I called it a village. That night a fire broke out because of extreme heat and everyone had to evacuate. I ran to get Bella and the couple and an old woman tried to guide us to the escape route. Bella and I escaped from the couple and the old woman because we weren't sure where we were going. I mean, why would you go with a person to a place and you don't even know where or what it would be?
          I remember on the way to Gould, we past by a big, waving, purple meadow. It looked so calm and peaceful and inviting. I've yearned to go lie in the sun with the grass and flowers all around me. Bella thought it'd be a great idea to go Olay but the couple rejected. So when we ran away from the fire, I lead us back to the big, waving, purple meadow. We stayed for a couple of days, living off of nectar and berries. We played Hide-and-Go-Seek, sang, acted, danced, joked around. Everything was good. Bella even found some thin vines and brown and white pebbles. With that she made us friendship bracelets. She had the bracelet with the brown pebbles and I had white. Why? Because I was American and she was Indian, African American, and Russian, I think. So she has this light cinnamon kind of skin while I'm just plain old salt and crackers. The couple used to call us Cinnamon and Sugar because we were always together.
         Anyway, one day a good- natured, tall, African American guy came along and claimed himself as Bella's dad. He showed her pictures and a clipping of the recent broadcasting about two girls missing. Her dad had just gotten from sea and her mom was in jail for drug and child abuse. That's how she got in that foster home. She left me that day, saying that her dad didn't think that having me around was a problem. The only problem is, is that I'm not capable of living with such an amazing guy. After Bella begged and begged me to come with, she finally left with our last words to each other, " I'll love you always."
      Now, I work for a very important guy and as a matter of fact I HATE my job even though I'm his best worker ever in like millions of years. Light years I think.... Or was it dark years........

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Hallo, my precious readers whoever you are!
I'm so excited this is my first book and I hope it'll turn out great!
School has started back and I'm dying to pass on to the next grade, wby?
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Ahem.... Antywho...please keep reading oh faithful ones!
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