So I'm just going to keep going as a neutral story until someone comments.
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You've been sitting in the tree for about an hour or so, trying to collect memories, and you're kinda getting bored. All you can remember is your name, some music tunes, and a whole lotta colourful words.
You decide something. You are going to work and survive for yourself. With or without the boys. Whatever happens in the future.
Suddenly, a familiar tune runs through your mind. It has nothing to do with the situation, but you like the tune.
You start to sing softly.
"Crashing in the kitchen
Noises in the hall
Roll over and go back to sleep
It's just a dream, that's all
So how come the window's broken?
What caused the glass to fall?
And who put that bullet hole in Peggy's kitchen wall?
Tell me, who put that bullet hole in Peggy's kitchen wall?"
"Police arrive
Muddy up the floor
Dig out half the plaster
It's a thirty-eight for sure
Kick the neighbour's door in
Saying "better tell it all"
Who put that bullet hole in Peggy's kitchen wall?
Tell me, who put that bullet hole in Peggy's kitchen wall?"
"Blaster on the back porch
Shaking up the lane
They're drinking gin and joking
Laughter falling down like rain
Everybody wears a halo
Never saw nothing at all
So who put that bullet hole in Peggy's kitchen wall?
Tell me, who put that bullet hole in Peggy's kitchen wall?
Tell me, who put that bullet hole in Peggy's kitchen wall?"
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The Girl in the Maze
FanfictionWhat if Teresa wasn't the first girl in the maze? A bit of language. (This book is a lot of me just having fun swearing like a glader) READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!! THIS WAS 10 YEAR OLD ME'S ATTEMPTS TO WRITE
