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me and him
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Ongoing, First published Aug 04, 2015
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I miss him like crazy friends I really want to see him well I got to go home my brother is home alone. Bye. Bye. 
(at home)
What do you want to eat brother? Cheese and crackers. Okay brother. What do you want to drink brother? Milk. Okay.
(upstairs in my room)
I need to do my homework and get ready for bed. 
(in the morning)
My dad wakes me up from bed. I wake up and I do my hair and makeup and my hairs in a loose bun. And I got dress and I have a school uniform outfit and black sneakers.
(after school)
I got my homework out and done it and ate a snack. And went to the beach. And a boy name justin bieber gave me his hat. And I kissed him. And said thanks.
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He just stood there. Looking at me. The way I had reacted had put him in a state of shock. "I... I um," Every word I had learned from pre-school to now had just flew out of my mind and left me speechless. "I should go." I could tell he could barely hear the hurtful words I had just chocked out of my mouth, but I didn't care. Not anymore. I walked away. Fighting back tears. I drove all the way to my house and when I got there I fell against the cold wall. What had just happened? All I knew is that I wasn't able to think straight. My mind was clouded with memories of him. I shook my head trying to forget everything that was involved with him. But I wasn't able to forget. These thoughts were a part of me now. He was a part of me.