reality vs my life (nanowrimo)

reality vs my life (nanowrimo)

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What would you do if you had woken up on your birthday to find your dad arguing with some old man. Kaylee had woken up earlier than she should have had to, as she walked downstairs to see what had happened there was an old man who appeared to be arguing with her father, what would you have done, she did something she would have never considered doing had her dad not told her to. She ran, she ran away from home hoping she would be able to see them again. What would you have done if there was an old man who looked as if he would kill you and your parents, what would you have done if he told your dad you had a destiny and deserved to know...
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I suddenly wake up from the nightmare. I rub the haziness out of my eyes and grab the bottle of whiskey sitting next to my bed. I take a big swig and stand up. My room is dusty and as rundown as you get. It's 1881, I am 16, a drunk and couldn't stay away from trouble if my life depended on it, which it does, and I am also wasting away in some rundown room a saloon owner lets me stay in. I grab my clothes and change quickly then put my pistols in my holsters. I open the door slowly and begin walking downstairs towards the chaos the wild west has to offer. The saloon was packed, it was filled with older men who have nothing better to do rather than drink and waitresses who had no self respect and would flirt just for a little extra money. I walk down the stairs and sit at one of the bars, although I am 16 and probably shouldn't have a drinking problem, I do. What can I say? I have daddy issues. Destiny is my worst enemy, and its guiding me down a dark path. For a girl who cant die, I get in a lot of bad situations.

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