Cat
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Concluída qua, fev 4, 2015<5 mins
There i am, sitting at my desk, stairing at the cat Being eatin by a dog. I ask if i may be excused to go to the bathroom,and She let me go, but Real y i was saving the cat. OH! Miss anderson! you get back in here! there i am kilking the dog, Thats another detention! when i got home, i wont strait to my room while my mom beats me till i bleed. i ask my sele eh y Im a cat eyed "freak!"why. i slowly and guietly tip toed down the stairs. i grandes my moms punishment knife, and go back up stairs.... while my ghost left my body, my mom Saw me lie there dead.and She thaught to herself, why i think i am a horrible
person for hurting her, and now She has killed herself...
my first story written, im new to this.
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