'The child grew up in a beautiful house right by a wonderful beach. The family lived in the basement of one of the mom's friends mansion-like house. Right above where the child slept hung a portrait of The Beatles, the owner of the house's favorite band. Every single night this innocent child said good night to the portrait, ever since the child has felt a strong connection with the band.
At this house the child experienced their first snow day. It was like magic. Little perfectly cut snowflakes dancing through the sky for the child and only for the child. They built their first snowman at this house too. As the child played and played they got more attached to this northern state. Every time it snowed the child would put on their coat, gloves, and boots run outside and smile and laugh like no other happiness anyone has ever seen. This was pure joy at its finest.
As the family looked for it's permanent home to settle down as a family in Massachusetts the years would grow closer and closer to the life changing moment for this child. Not all life changing moments are good. The child would have to learn this for themselves.
The family finally agreed on a rustic house by the beach similar to before but in a different town. This town was a lot smaller and quieter. The family got to know the neighbors and grew fond of the neighborhood. They felt it was safe enough for their child. The child would soon woken up to reality whether they were ready or not.'
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Lost in the Past
Teen FictionThis is the story of a semi true story that I have shifted in some ways, but is still relevant. All the names of the the people are changed but the characters are based off of real people. This story does include mature content so please read at you...
