The Boy Who Lived In A Liveing Hell
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The boy who lived a living hell
Hello my name is Frances I am a boy i've been through hell but I survived it I think that my story should be heard loud. And proud you all have a right to know this story so let me begin . I was at a party late at night about 1:30 pm on a friday and the cops came banging on the door . Freeze said cops this is the FBI now put your hands where i can see them . I dashed out the back door so did a couple of others the rest of them just stood there like a chicken in headlights . I couldn't go right cuz the cops would see me and I couldn't go left cuz the cops on the other side would see me too so I just went straight . That was the most stupid decision I ever made in my entire life , While I was walking in the woods I heard a girl moan. I ignored it then I heard a scream and started running . I had the feeling that I was being followed but I didn't dare look back 'oh' Frances 'oh' Frances i'm gonna kill ya'
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