The Boy She Drew

The Boy She Drew

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I love to draw! It's my passion and my life. I also paint a lot, but I like to draw better. Yesterday I started to get these visions, but I have no idea why I get them. So, my first "vision" was that my sister sneaked out. And guess what? She actually did! It's kinda awesome but to be honest. It's freaking me out. My parents are gone for the moment, so I live with my aunt and my sister. My parents don't really care about us and we have a lot of money, so my sister and me don't say anything about it. I have a nice life. I live in a big house and I have a red Lamborghini. What more can a girl wish for? But anyway. One day I drew a boy. (And let me tell you he was H.O.T) Can you guess what The weirdest thing was? He came to the school the day after I drew him. It's freaky, or am I the only one that's freaking out?
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What did they mean? I knew who I was, didn't I? I was Rosalia Mallory, a girl left on the doorstep of our town's foster agency to find a new home. From there I went through three homes before at the age of 16 instead of having to live in the group home I secured enough money to, along with the money the foster carers were given for me, to buy an apartment building. Alongside a job bartending and waitressing I had enough money to attend college and am currently studying Religion and Mythology, Creative writing and Art. Just a normal teenage girl with a normal life. But at the same time, I'm not. Who am I? Seems like the most cliché question a teenager can ask right? Except when your missing months, if not years, of your life suddenly that seemingly simple question takes on a whole new meaning. After all, if you don't know your whole past how can you answer that for yourself?

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