Running Proud

Running Proud

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Paranormal
My name is Sara Johnson and my life wasn't supposed to be like this. I was promised safety, a place to recover from the loss of my parents. Time to heal with the help of nature, fresh air and exercise. It was a lie. Sure, when I arrived off of the small yellow bus with a handful of other girls the place seemed peaceful and I felt like I could finally breath right again. I heard birds chirping in the crisp afternoon air and smiled at a few on top of some of the summer cabin roofs. A wide glistening lake with canoes, paddle boats and fishing poles set up next to the shore. It was everything Aunt June had promised it would be. Aunt June. My moms sister, that I didn't even know existed until after the 'accident' that took my parents from me, was the only family I had left now.
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Carla, a college student, was planning a trip along with her friends for the upcoming spring break. they decided to go to Miami Florida beach to get away from their current worries. it was all ruined when I got an unexpected call. it was my uncle. he said that my father was on his deathbed, that I was to immediately come home. and I said yes uncle I will be on the plane tonight and I will be there by morning and my uncle said ok my child I will see you then. after I hung up with my uncle I begin to hurry and pack. with tears coming down my cheek. hoping to see my papa for one last time before he passes I prayed. I got to the airport about 9 pm that night I boarded the plane and sat down in my chair. with tears still coming down my cheeks thinking back to the good old day that I had with my papa as I cried my self to sleep.

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