A Little to Live for

A Little to Live for

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It is year 1930, and I was in my bedroom looking at the window, alone. Just alone. While watching kids and adults walking around with cardboard in front of them with writing on it. I can't clearly see what's written on it. But let's just say, there's a few people doing that. And some are lining up for something, I'm guessing they're waiting for soup. Oh didn't I introduced you to myself. Well my name is Helen. I'm a 13 year old girl. Right now, everyone where I live that's Australia and also Germany are having the most unpleasant time, we ever went into..... At least, I have a little to live for.
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RACHEL

get the fuck out!" I yelled for the tenth time in two minutes. My sister Anna was an expert in getting to my nerves. She was everything I couldn't be; pretty, bold, neat, smart, beautiful and recently she was becoming a terrible flirt. "You said that before baby" she smirked. She was three years older than I was. Blonde, tall, slender and simply beautiful. In all these, she was an exceptional asshole. "I ain't your baby Anna, get out of my house!" I yelled. "Its not my fault your boyfriend kissed me, its your carelessness Rach" she spat. "Don't call me Rach ever again, that shit sounds like wretch!" I spat back "now get the fuck out" She shrugged "I guess you'll be getting a breakup then" I picked up my blue China plate and threw it. She flew up cursing "Holy Singing bird!" She cursed as she made for the door "did I tell you Ken was such a good kisser" she said. When I picked another plate, she opened the door and fled, then I sat down and wept.

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