Eighth Day of the Week

Eighth Day of the Week

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Piper Ann was independant, but not because she was born like that. Her dad had lung failure because of his smoking, her mom had gotten in a car accident, after drinking away her sorrows, and died of blood loss. They died four days within another. Piper had no family, save for one aunt. Her horrid Aunt Lenna. God, she hated that woman. She was constantly drunk or hungover, and could hardly take care of herself, nevertheless a nine year old child. So, after three years of suffering, Piper was moved to an orphanage. The place wasn't bad, it's just that she hated all the kids there. Her only escape from the losers was jiu jitsu practice. She was good at it. She felt that nothing mattered when she was fighting. Her routine carried on for 5 years, until she finally turned 18. Having a small amount of money from her parents & her job as a waitress, she moved into an apartment. One problem. She hadn't graduated from high school. So, being nearly nineteen, she had to retake Senior year. And, she has a secret. A big one.
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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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