Oh boy...this is a train wreck from my childhood. I wrote this from when I probably 9 or 10 to maybe 11 or 12. I love this story to death because it brings back memories of me packing in the words on loose leaf paper writing on a stupid giant notepad refusing to use paragraphs because I would edit later, sitting on the floor of my mom's room with Disney channel on while I sat with my elbows dug into the rug only to lift them up every couple seconds to examine the imprints speckled in my skin. This is the point in which I believe I became passionate about writing, which is why I still love flipping through my 60 page book that was written straight from my little head. To think, I've been writing stories as long as I've been playing my flute.
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