Death Song (I)

Death Song (I)

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Epilog: ''Cand canta el, toate florile isi schimbau culorile. Anii, deceniile si secolele de ploaie se revarsau inapoi in cer." © Elita Johnson era o femeie puternica si slaba din mai multe puncte de vedere. Odata ce a auzit de boala de care suferea a inceput sa devina impulsiva si pesimista. Alexander Johnson singurul barbat si prima iubire a Elitei. El era linistea de dupa furtuna. Odata ce apasa clapele pianului toata durerea si chinul din sufletul femeii se raspandea precum un vis rau. I-a promis ca ii va canta pana cand inima Elitei va mai inceta sa bata, pana in ultima noapte de toamna.
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"Wait!" I yelled. "I have knock-knock joke." "Go, quick." "Knock knock." "Who's there?" He asked. "Cows go." "Cows go who?" He asked. "No, cows go moo," I said. "Taaa daaa!" "Okay, now get out of my way," he demanded walking past me. "No, wait-" I was cut off by Dylan throwing me over his shoulder. He scooped me up so easily as if I didn't weigh much. His arm was strong holding my waist securely and his shoulder was comfortable under my stomach. Once upon a time, there was a normal girl going through High School. She had really rich parents and she got everything she wanted. Everyone loved her because of how sweet she was. She was completely healthy as well so she lived happily ever after! Wait! Cut! That is not my life story at all! Let me tell you the real story... Once upon a time, there was an awkward 17-year-old girl going through High School. She had never met her parents and had to live with her idiotic older brother, William Johnson. They were not rich at all. They didn't even have a house to sleep in. Most people in her school hated her because of how sweet and bubbly she was but she was just trying to make them happy. And let's just say she had a very deadly disease as well. Now that is the life story of me; Naomi Johnson. And I don't believe in two things; 1. Happily ever afters 2. Hope Because I can't just hope that my life will be happily ever after because I know it's not.

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