Thirteenth year

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Thirteenth year of my life

"You coming Anna?" My mom yelled from downstairs.

"Yeah! I am on my way!" I grabbed my bag and ran down the stairs, skipping every second step.

We were going to the mall. Just to have some bonding time. Which usally ment that she was meeting a friend, giving me a hundred dollars, and then I was left to myself.

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