The nice girl?

The nice girl?

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Hi my name is Isabella I go to saint John high school I am really excited to make a story about my life well I have this big mean sister name hazel and she is so popular and I am the nice one and I was wondering if I should be like her but I do not want to turn out and be the mean one day i was talking to my friend maddie and she said that she wants to be my friend the way I am so that is the first part carry on to be continued?!! after I was telling you about my mean sister I am going to tell you about my school well my school is pretty big the hallways are really long and wide I have a teacher name mr.mars to be continued?!!
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In life, we do things we regret, or that we wish we could wipe from our memory forever. At the age of 15, I didn't think I'd regret anything until I was an adult. I considered myself care free. I lived life one day at a time. Well, as much as a 15 year old can. But in life, there are also things that we can't change, that we can't forget. Circumstances change, events occur, and life as we know it is altered forever. For me, it was one night, that set in motion a series of events that I wouldn't be able to forget, even if I tried to. *************************** My life was spectacular, or cool, but I was content, and that's all that mattered. I wasn't overly popular, I wasn't the prettiest girl, and I didn't live in a mansion. I did have a great boyfriend, and amazing friends, and hell, I wasn't doing too bad in school either. But that all changed one night, as I was walking home at night. I witnessed a man murder someone he claimed was a snitch, something to do with a gang deal gone wrong. When I found my parents dead the next day in a serial killers wet dream, my naive self decided the best thing I could do, was run, giving up everything I loved. After 2 years, 3 dead members of the gang and a new school, I was found. When secrets are unraveled and with the FBI somehow involved, nothing is as it ever seemed.

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