The car I was driving was a old one. Blue and purple, blue on the doors and purple the rest of the car. leather seats and a nice fuzzy steering wheel. The steering wheel was pink with blue stripes. And my favorite necklace hung from the mirror. The necklace was a locket with my favorite picture of Daniel and me in it. Daniel bought me the necklace it was 2,556 dollars. Only because it had diamonds around the the hear part of it. It was rose gold too. I loved the now destroyed necklace. I love all my family. Even my always drunk father. I love them all.
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Short StoryLife is great right? No, not for thirteen year old Riley Lockheart. Her life was anything but great. Nobody was there to tell her that they loved her or that she was a great person. She had nothing.
