The painter
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Last published Sun, Nov 24, 2013
Me, the painter, the fragile heart that aches more then it should. Is scared, scared for her life, her love for some people and most of all scared that she will lose the love of her life to a sharp metal blade and hateful thoughts. I'm Shevson, Rylee Shevson and I live in a small home with my mother, father, older brother, and dog. I go to a small school, north ridge high, this is the scariest place of all. And that's saying a lot because I lived in Africa for three months prior moving here. I'm new to town you could say and fitting in here will be so much harder then I thought. Follow me and my struggle in this story "The Painter" to see of I make it out alive, or let the school halls take me away into a dark slumber.
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