The painter

The painter

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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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I've been living almost my whole life my mother. Living in a very quiet area. When I turned fourteen,mom told me everything that dad left us and went away to look for a job. Mom raised me alone, then when I was two years old mom heard that my father got married again. He then a year later sent divorce papers. It happened that my dad's new wife was my mother's sister...that's when I started to have that packed up anger against them,convincing myself that I no longer have a father but a sperm donor called Mikel Berry. I have been living a very chilled life although at school would ask if do I know him cause he is a well known lawyer and we share the same surname. My mom became so sick as I was sixteen, started by becoming pale white as if she was loosing her cells,then started complaining about her heart. Then the hurting got serious and was sent to hospital.

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