Ideal Living
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High school Jr. year was suppose to be my year for everything one year left but this year was gonna be friends, a car, grades then college planning . Jesus I had it all now quite frankly now I have nothing; I'm kinda a shadow wait let me take that back I'm not even a shadow or anything here. There is no trace of Samantha Flores here at this school, if you asked someone about me they either say " I don't think she goes here.." or "No clue who your talking about" one of those. If not then I'm known as the girl that walks around alone that doesn't talk to anyone unless it's needed for class: other then that she doesn't feel obligated to. She's just the wind passing by with the cool breeze well that's how she had her mindset on it to be. But life has other plans along with school and the rest of society the view point of the angle she will have to change in order to see the new perspective of how it all ends ip for her Jr. year
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(THIS IS THE ORIGINAL DRAFT, MISSING FUNDAMENTAL EDITS IN THE SOLD FINAL) Des Flores can't hear people's thoughts if they take place presently. She can't predict what somebody is going to say or do seconds before they act. She can see memories and memories only. When she was thirteen, she discovered that it wasn't just her imagination answering questions about people. She could see what traumas manufactured shitty characteristics in everyone she met, which made leveling with people simpler. But it made all interactions exhausting. Her mind skipped to the three-month-mark where every ounce of childhood baggage was already known. She knew the middle-aged stranger in the minivan honked because an incomplete stop is what took his daughter from him, years before. She knew the cashier at the dollar store complimented her choice of nail polish because her wife wore it in high school. And she knew that if people knew of her gift, they'd avoid her. Having secrets was hardly an option. Everything that once was would be invaded by her inexplicit key to anyone's mind. _ Dessie threw everything she owned into her chipped, blue SUV and moved to Port Angeles for the rain and for the peace of mind. For the space to ask questions, but instead, there were too many answers.
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