The things you do in this life alaways reflect who you are. She wrote silently as the noise around the world silenced her and as the laughter around the room got louder until it got so loud she ripped through her page. The girl never talked she didn't even breath loudly in case someone heard. she acted as if she was trapped and if you spoke you'd be killed. It was like her mouth was sown shut. She loved to write but every time she wrote something it was always about all of the anger and rage she had inside her. sometimes ... she wondered how people could be so confident and so... loud.To her it was a mystery. everyday the lonely misunderstood girl would go to the library and pick out a book.
it was alaways a different story.She liked to read it reminded her that she had a way to escape the real world because she couldn't handle the real world. In her life friends weren't really around so at lunch she would just walk around the school alone. The next day at school she felt weird
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