The Other World

The Other World

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Most days are different for most people, but then again they should be. No two days are the same, no two people are the same, and ones life is not like any other. It might not seem like it but everyone has a different destiny to follow, different beginnings and definitely different endings. Some of us may stray from the paths we started on but that's the adventure and thrill of it. We know where we started we know which decisions we made but we never know where those decisions will end up taking us. Anywho this is not a life lesson this is the story of how my life went from bad, to terrible, to kill me. (I suck at descriptions R.I.P)
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I was different; I was special. That was one thing that my mother and father had told me as I was growing up. They told me that they were proud of my twin brother and me, and I believed them. I could see the pride in their eyes. However, I knew that my twin didn't believe them. He was peculiar, my twin. Bad stuff seemed to happen to him, and it made his life miserable. He did hang out with me and seemed to enjoy my company, but there were days where he couldn't stand me for some reason. Mom never made it a competition between us. She loved us both equally and showed us the same amount of love and attention, even with five more children. She told us every day that she was proud of us, but that wasn't enough for my twin. No, something happened one day and made his whole attitude change. And, I was about to find what it was and how my mother became the Director of our small group. Because sometimes, the end of a story is not the end. It is only the beginning. _______________________________________ NOTE: IF YOU READ THIS BOOK ON ANY OTHER APP BESIDES WATTPAD THEN IT IS COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT. I GAVE NO ONE PERMISSION TO USE MY BOOK AND HAVE NOT POSTED IT ANYWHERE ELSE, SO... YA. REPORT THAT BOOK. Thanks.

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