Christmas Mircles

Christmas Mircles

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WpMetadataReadComplete Tue, Dec 29, 2015<5 mins
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One day at home. A girl all dress up in a red dress ready for a Christmas party. Her name was Ally she is only 7 years old. It was December a week be before Christmas. "Hey Ally can u please come up here."said Ally mom. As Ally walked up the stairs. Her shoes were slippery.BANG Ally hits her head on the stair. Ally parents rush her to the hospital. That when they found out that Ally had cancer. Ally mom and dad are crying over Ally bed. One day on Christmas Eve they notice that Ally was never scared. The mom was playing with Ally and she ask"Why are u not scared?" said Ally mom "I believe in Christmas miracles." said Ally. That night Ally died. Well that what the doctor said. On Christmas day. A doctor comes in the room. Ally mom and dad we're crying over Ally." Am sorry but we got the. diagrams wrong she is alive she is just in a comma." Said the doctor. As they look over at Ally they see her eyes open. Ally mom and dad give her the biggest hug ever.
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As a young girl she was only happy. Not a care in the world or insecurity to worry about. She was a bigger girl and was teased when she reached 3rd grade. She cried her tears to her mom, but as she got older she cried them to herself. Alone in the dark as a tear rolls off her nose, she drops her head and lets out a big scream into her pillow. Not to let her parents hear, this is beginning to become her normal routine. Her tears dry and she lays on her back looking up at the ceiling, her body is cold and life less. Suicide has become an appealing option to her. But instead she pushes those thoughts back and rolls over on her side and drifts off to sleep, alone and empty inside, she was now beautifully curvy but her insecurities never let her see that. Until the new bad boy comes into play and changes everything

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