Little Girl Lost [Sample]

Little Girl Lost [Sample]

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[This is a sample of the story. I will continue with it on wattpad if the reading rates are high. If not, it will be under a sample until I have finished LMPIL. For any questions, Inbox me! The description was written in about 5minutes so its not good and doesn't what I have planned for this any justice, please check it out and comment feedback. Cheers!] When a little girl is taken in during a local fair, it creates havoc in her small neighbourhood. Police spend years searching but to no avail. The little girl is assumed to be dead. Little do the people know that she has been kept for years in a basement not far from her own home. As the girl discovers she is not who she assumed to be, she starts to wonder what actually happened to her and why she's been kept in a basement all this time. Her only company, a small cat, a toy dog, her slightly confused tutor and of course, her sacred piano. F&A
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FORMERLY V D' YAVOL. For as long as she can remember, Dream has been... dreaming. Very vividly. She saw how her childhood dog died two days before he actually did, so she had plenty of time to prepare herself-her words. She's been to plenty psychologists and sleep specialists, but they all say the same thing. Nothing to worry about. So, her parents gave it to God. And nothing happened. She's grown used to it by now. She sees a face, sometimes hears a name, and then whatever happens to that person. Murder, the lottery, a death in the family, etc. You name it, she's seen it. She pays the dreams no mind because she can't control or stop any of them all the time. It's out of her hands. But on one holy night, she sees a man. Limping. Crying. Bloody. Yet this time, she can't see a face.

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