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Post by Izzy on Nov 8, 2009 15:40:30 GMT -5
(Im board!!!)
Izzy layed on the ferns, feeling...empty. Her stomach seemed to screech and kick at every move she made. When am I going to die? Its been three days, alone. She forced herself to sit up, and tryed to ignore the stabbing pain of her gut. A dull colored ladybug made its way along her bear foot, while a small brown ant made itself at home on her fingernail. They seemed so calm, like there wasnt a thing in the world that could strike them down. Id do anything for a life like that. The simple thought reminded Izzy of the past years in her own life. There were so many questions! Who were my parents? Why didnt they love me? Why did they dump me into this world without even leaving me with any ideas of who they were? Frustration edged her mind. WHY?
(Ill finish this soon!)
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