Something A Bit Diffrent

Something A Bit Diffrent

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(Not edited) I couldn't handle the intense silence. I hated this part having to get ready to jump in the air and hold on the bar. I see my partner getting ready to push it to me. I felt my hands get sweaty and clammy. I only heard muffles from the people that we supposed to help me. I didn't hear a single word. I saw it was Que to go. It came towards me I grabbed it and my heart did a little flip. Then it was time for me to do actually do one. I counted to three. ONE... TWO... Katrina was an orphan by force. A kind woman took her in but told her she had to join the circus. She was a trapeze artist and she hated it. She always feared something would go wrong. One day while performing something terribly goes wrong. Her life won't be the same after everything. (I can't write a good summary but it's going to be a good story to read so, please just check it out. :-) )
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When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

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