Gambling of Shades

Gambling of Shades

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"I NEVER ASKED AN OLD LADY IN A BONNET TO FLATTEN MY FACE IN A BIG OLD DUSTY BOOK! LITERALLY! !!" A ten year old girl thought her life is getting perfect, but someone or something, made her dice with death - literally. Only she didn't know that was death. Then she retreated deep into something fragile yet strong - her mind. In a glass coffin. After all this time being lost in wages of memories and flashbacks she comes by reality when things change. Change to the point where she laughs and smiles with the exact same person who wants her dead. And that lady in a bonnet appears. And that big old Dusty book in the hands of a nice gentleman - death. Now I am almost 16 years old. Sweet sixteen they say - not even close. I can't do what normal 16 year olds do. If I even try - just like that mom would be dead. Like what happened to dad when I tried to do what normal 8 year olds do when I was 8. For my birthday, I sense I'll have a whole lot of presents. Like new clothes, New shoes, make up, diaries, and a big old Dusty book offered by a lady in a bonnet. Very ordinary.
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