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Sam's Hardworking Life.

Sam's Hardworking Life.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Apr 18, 2015
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So it all started when I was little. Me and my family were very poor but hardworking. Every single day I help my family, I was 10 years old we lived in a small village and small houses. I kept this diary until now and started a whole new life. My parents started to have jobs already. I still go to school and more fun stuff with my family. When I became 17 years old I still had this diary. For so many years I had this diary! -Sam Said. 1 year later…I moved in a new house! This house is amazing but too big. "Mom why is the house too big?" -Sam said. "Because I thought you wanted a big house"-Mom Said. "No mom I just want a simple and just the right size, not large but not too small" -Sam Said. Well my mom said that I know we we're hardworking before and now I thought you wanted a big house but you're right. Bye diary I have to go now. -By Sofy -Not A True Story
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The corner of his mouth tilts upward slightly. I smile again. A smile!? A tiny one, but still. "Hm. So I got you to smile, that's progress, yeah? Can I get your name now?" I ask, swinging my feel a little. He shakes his head shyly, his mouth not moving at all. Geez! Why do I want to hear this dude talk so much? "Okay, that's fine. I can give you a nickname." I offer happily. He looks up from his book, raising his eyebrows. I just stare for a moment. He has nice eyes. Pretty brown chocolate orbs. They remind me so much of....... "Teddy." He shakes his head immediately, frowning. "What, why not? You remind me of my old teddy bear. He was a good listener and he didn't talk much..... just like you." I say softly, tilting my head. He continues to shake his head. I fold my arms, leaning back in my seat. "Yeah, it's definitely sticking. Teddy.....It has a nice ring to it, yeah?" He sighs, the first sound I have ever heard him make. "No." . . . *Jordan* Teddy!? Seriously!? She gave me a fucking NICKNAME!? What the hell does this girl want!? I stuff my hands into my pockets, walking down the busy street. Forget about her. She's just a annoying pretty girl, she'll go away. Everybody does. She HAS to go away. *Spoiler alert*: she doesn't. Don't get close to people or they'll end up getting hurt. That's my mindset. I've been through enough of that. This girl doesn't belong in my world anyway. She's too innocent. *Mature content* {Just a quick update, I am basically rewriting the story. I wrote it when I was in 8th grade and it makes me cringe every time I try to go back and edit it so keep in mind that it'll get better}

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