Sapphire's love.
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Sapphire's Pov: It was a cold fall morning as I was about to head back to my home. I got separated from my sister and mom at a young age though that didn't stop me from trying to find them. No matter how long it will take it will be worth it. I know it. I looked down at the ground with a small smile I began making that smile bigger and bigger and my smile was as bright as the sun! I ran to my home getting ready to make some toast with orange juice just because I needed to eat or else I would die eventually..I waited a good couple minutes for the toast to pop up. As I was waiting I was flipping through my old notebook with all kinds of theories. From aliens being real to how to find my family again. I still would work hard as ever. I looked up and got startled by a loud thud. It sounded like it came from outside of my cozy warm home. I got up from the sofa and went to the door. I had a nervous look on my face *gulp* well..It couldn't be anything bad could it? I was getting ready to fight whoever was there. I will fight for my freedom at any cost!!
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