Willow on the Hill

Willow on the Hill

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WpMetadataNoticeZuletzt aktualisiert Di., Juni 25, 2013
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I'm Chloe McMoore, nineteen year old world famous actress and singer. It's crazy really. With the help of my mom and Jay, I stuck my mind to pursuing my dreams, worked my behind off, and got noticed for it. My mom and I were finally able to afford to get out of the slums. I guess my story inspired people, and fans started coming from all around the world. A world filled with waste. Well, I think its waste. Others say its luxury. There isn't any real grass, no trees of any sort, and a polluted sky. Concrete covers the ground along with manufactured turf as an excuse for a lawn. Hovercars, buses, and planes occupy what could be a beautiful sky. Screens are on every building. The earth doesn't deserve this crap. And I want to help save it.
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The Text

"You are a worthless piece of trash! We should've gotten rid of you when we had the chance!" My abusive dad shouted, slapping me with all of his might. My name is Chloe Adams. Both of my parents have abused me my entire life. I'm covered in bruises, cuts, and burns from head to toe, but I've learned how to cover them up. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever escape this hell hole. "Yeah you should've." I agreed, whispering under my breath. "What was that!?" He yelled even louder than before. "N-Nothing." I stuttered, afraid of his reaction. I don't want to be pushed down the stairs again. The last time that happened, I broke my wrist. They didn't even take me to the hospital. I had to bandage it myself. "That's what I thought! Go fetch me a beer!" He ordered. There comes a moment when you don't want to stop. When you don't want to get better. You just don't care anymore. Read to find out how one small yet huge text can change Chloe's outlook on this magical journey we call life.

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