Pockets
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Last published Thu, Nov 6, 2014
There was a girl named Paris Sun, she was very skittish around people and every time she would try to talk to someone she would open her mouth but no words came out. She had bright blue hair and green stripes. So what she did was every day at school she wore this one green and a blue star hoodie that had two pockets on each side but in those pockets she had things in there that no one should see.
Days went past and so did her age she became the scariest chick in school because of the secret things in the pocket.
People asked her what was in the pockets but there was no answer as she couldn't talk because no words no sound no nothing came out of that mouth.
Everyday a person kept on asking but no reply got back to them. One day two people came over to where she was sitting and told her to tell them right now. "But even wrote it down they said. She wrote it down and it said!GO AWAY!!!!
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