I am Megan-Rose (short story)

I am Megan-Rose (short story)

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Megan Rose goes by the name of Meg. Or is it Rose? There's a girl. A girl who's been through hard times. Tough times. She's still here though. Still alive. She hopes the world can she her troubles. Be there to listen to her story. There isn't much to tell, though, and that's just the problem. She doesn't know her own story. READERS NOTE: Okay so I know this isn't five star. Or even 2 star but it's the first story I've completed... Ever! So I'm proud and no lack of stars can take that away! :L And it is a SHORT STORY so you should expect it to be over quickly and not have much drama... This girl is me and I am Megan-Rose
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Dear Reader, "Nothing in this life lasts forever. Everything is temporary. Leaves that used to make us smile in the spring will soon fall down and we will forget that once, maybe long or maybe not a long time ago, we used to be happy. But this story isn't about what makes us sad. Because the winter will pass and we will see those spring leaves come alive again. And we will smile again. Just like we did many many times before. But then again, what is it about? Guess we'll have to figure it out together. Or I'll let you know once I'm back." She spent her life questioning her worth and her place in this world. Never knowing what to expect or what to hope for. Lost and confused, she wandered down the streets. They all looked the same. The streets, the buildings, parks, rivers, stations. They all looked the same. She was losing hope. She was losing everything. And then she woke up. Nowhere. To anyone, anywhere, any time. Written mostly in a form of diary, it's the story anyone can relate to. It sets no boundaries for age, race, religion or anything in between. The person in the story has no name or appearance. It's up to everyone's individual imagination. It can be you, your best friend, your neighbour or someone you've never met before. It's all up to the reader. This book shows that every single one of us is different. But we all have something in common. You're never alone. Or are you? Sincerely,

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