From, You [Editing]

From, You [Editing]

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Dear Quinn, Hi, you may think you don't know me but you do. I may or may not have taken my time to write this letter for you. I also may or may not be a creepy stalker lurking in the shadows, watching your every move. You choose. But I am here for a reason. Trust me. You're only job is to read the slips of paper I write. Nothing else. Do not reply back to these letters. Don't bother trying to find me. I will already be gone by the time you read this. --- After a surgery to get rid of a brain tumor, Quinn can only remember things from two years ago. She thinks she's missed nothing from her memory gap with her nonexistent social life and top grades. That is until she starts to receive letters from an anonymous person. Someone who's replaying her lost memories back to her. As Quinn reads the letters, she realizes that she's forgotten more than she could ever imagine. Maybe even a special someone that she can't seem to remember. Highest Ranking #41 // 7/30/17
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Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®

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