Dead & Gone. [UNDER REVISION]
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  • Reads 43,909
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  • Parts 34
  • Time 4h 9m
Complete, First published Jul 15, 2012
"Today's date is March 15th, 2009. My name is Peasnie Ann Sullivan. I am fourteen years of age. I live in Chicago, Illinois with my step dad. My mom walked out on us when I was four. I never knew my dad but my mom left me clues. Like my last name, it's Sullivan not Jones. Then she said he lived in Long Beach, California. My dad's name is James Sullivan. I've never met him but I'm going to. Tonight is the night of my fourteenth birthday and tonight is the night I break free from my step dad's clutches. I'm going to find my dad.  I don't know what he looks like, his phone number or even where he lives but I'll find him. I'm leaving Chicago and going to California. I'm taking this camera as evidence on my quest. Wish me luck."
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