All about my life

All about my life

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Hi my name's Cassie Anne Voysey. I'm 13 years of age I live in Australia and I'm a girl. I love sport,one day I was at the skatepark on my scooter and I went down the ramp no hander and I stacked it, that night I went to the Sutherland hospital because I had hurt my arm, the next day I went back and it was broken so I had to get a cast put on that day. I surf nearly everyday with my friends, the day Emily and I went to Easties beach the day before there was a shark it was so scary anyway it was a fun day. I'm Sponsored for scooter riding, I'm sponsored by sacrifice and apex scooters. Last year I was playing for the W16A I was the goalie and we were playing against Miranda, Miranda kicked the ball at me and bent my finger back and the week later I went to the pyhsio they said it was fractured. I really love my sport, I play 5 sports in this 1 year. If you liked reading about my book please like it. By Cassie Voysey Australia 13 Heathcote high school
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Hello. I’m Cassidy. I’m 16 years old, and I am helpless. I’m weak, defenseless and not to mention unassuming. I am utterly boring and uninteresting. I wouldn’t be surprised if God himself overlooked me. Maybe that’s why my life sucks so much. My face is dull and pale, and my hair is mousy brown. My eyes are black and my fingers are long and stringy. Once in junior high, a teacher likened me to ghost. I had wanted to tell her, “Yes. I remind myself of a ghost sometimes too.” But I didn’t say anything in return. I have one friend and even she doesn’t like me for me; only for the shiny new car my step dad bought me. Boys don’t notice me. And when they do it’s only to pick out my flaws and display them to everyone around. All in all, I am a sad and pathetic specimen of a human being. Why am I writing this? Because on June 3rd, 2011, at 12:31 am, I died.

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