My precious journal

My precious journal

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Complete Thu, Sep 18, 2014<5 mins

Fiction

Historical

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Meredith, a Literature loving teenager finds out that life isn't about her and life definitely isn't fair. "After running for what seemed like an eternity, my legs finally gave in. I fell onto pile of rocks and pebbles, tearing my favorite lilac with white lace trimming dress on the bodice and skirt in multiple places. My lungs burning with the dust and exhaustion from running. I stood up and looked around to see if anybody has seen me. Thank the heavens that nobody saw that embarrassing fall. I checked my legs and arms to see if I was bleeding or scratched. Arms ok legs no so much. My legs were covered with dust and scratches, some bleeding but most were just minor. The worst cut of all was on my left thigh. My leg was practically gushing blood. I ripped a piece of my dress that was already on the verge of ripping. I tied a knot on top of the cut to stop the bleeding." Copyright true_instincts All rights reserved. No part of the book may be reproduced, manipulated or transmitted in any form by any means, either electronically or mechanically without written permission from the author. Copyright 2014

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