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The Mystery Girl

The Mystery Girl

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Once opon a time there was this 16 year old girl who's name was Nicole. Nicole wasn't popular in school in fact she only had a few friends. One day she had to write and essay in her english clasd about whatever she choose to write about. So Nicole had decided to write about what her life was like. She started her story off a little something like this. When she was a little girl she was in a bad car accident and her parents didn't make it through the crash but Nicole did. She sat in her room for days just saying to her self that that should of been her that died in the crash not her parents. For weeks she waited till she was able to write an essay in her english class and finally her day had come, she was finally able to write about her story that she waited all this time to write about why she was so quiet, and now she's going to open up about her self.
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My life used to be pretty boring. Everything was average. Normal family, normal looks, normal house, normal job, normal life. The only non-boring aspect of my life was my best friend which was only because she always managed to mess it up somehow. I didn't really mind much because it kept things interesting. That is until she disappeared leaving me to care for her fatherless child with nothing more than a few hundred pounds and a sorry note. She did ruin my old life. She ruined everything that I'd actually cared for. My parents hated the fact that I was 'throwing my life away' for a child that wasn't mine. Not to mention illegally. I dyed my hair blue in rebellion. My own way of saying "F*CK YOU!" ...They kicked me out shortly after. I couldn't find a decent job in the area and the rumors became so vicious that I just left and never looked back. Old life: Destroyed, unraveled, completely gone. Let's see how long my new life lasts shall we?

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