Chapter 4

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You stared at the stars. Today is the 8th of November(so party time!). Clarissa was near you. She knew that you had chosen this date for a reason. Every year on the 8th of November you went to the beach the place where there once was a harbor that took in ships, it was burned when you felt forgotten. You ordered the burning of every harbor except one, so Sealand can come and go to your island. It's named Remembered, for Sealand was the only one who remembered (c/n). Anyway, on the 8th of November was the night that the final ship left, but it never returned nor the the other ships. That is why you celebrated on the 8th, so than it could never be repeated again in (c/n). You stared for a few more minutes before turning to face Clarissa. She smile and said, "ready for a night full of fun to forgot the past for another year!"

You smile back and said, "of course."

You both turned and walk to the town where there were people having fun.

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England was looking though books in his library. He came across a book with a weird symbol on the cover. (America was on a chair, looking though the books the England told him to look though) England stared at the cover that had a rose and a snake. He opened it. It was a diary, his diary, about a country named (c/n). He read some parts of it when he started to remember you. The fun times and the sad. Then he remembered forgetting about you. Guilt claimed his heart for a moment. He, then, ran to America to show his what he found. "America! I think I found her!"

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You were having fun with your people. Laughing and trying to win prizes. You just finished eating your food with Clarissa. Then you a little pain in your stomach, but you walked it off. Thinking that it was because of the food you ate. You tried to laugh it off, talk to your people, but it became painful. Soon, you had to stop walking because of the pain. Clarissa and the people around were worried. Then the pain was unbearable that you screamed and fainted, but before you lost consciousness. You knew that they were remembering you. You were forgotten for so long, that it was painful for someone to remember you so clearly.

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