A short story of a 12-year-old gal. [228 words] Calm or happy demeanours doesn't show how hurt someone can be. It's either forced or genuine. There are people out there causing a ruckus for no particular reason and it may even hurt others. Who knows how others think. We may not know how they truly feel. This story is a representation of that. There is so much happening in this world. If only the world would have a positive vibe to it and would be peaceful. This is the first story I've written on Wattpad. Originally, it wasn't actually written here but I decided that I should share a true story I made based on someone whom I am close to. It wasn't my intention to put this story up on Wattpad at first but then, I thought that it would be best to share it and maybe, I could receive a few feedbacks from others to improve on my writing skills. I decided that it would be better to share it on this platform. Despite this being a very short story, I hope that this is meaningful.Todos os Direitos Reservados
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