just to let everyone know, I am not an immortal, I just fell like being literate at my sick stage of this month. This also has a description of me, my name is Amy, or is it??? *Evil laugh*
A girl sat on her bed, typing on the small laptop that was old and barely able to function. It seemed for her that she would never change. Her personality was very different than other's and she had great friends, unlike some worthless scumbags that only use their *friends* as they would call them. For her, she was perfect, the perfect hieght, perfect personality, although she was a bit skinny and under weight for her 12 year old self.
She held onto a drawing of herself that she did. The self-portrait showed so much emotion, so musch of her wild personality that would never be able to be changed, even if she was hurt, her spirit would never be broken. She was sick and had been for the past three days as well.
Her hair, the normal golden copper color was dull and messy, another sign of her freeness. It was dull because it had not been washed for a while. She had her dark hazel eyes that could sense emotion and show emotion, she wished that they would not show her emotions, it would be a lot easier for her to get by her parents. Actually it was just her mom and mom's boyfriend. Amy didn't have any favors to him, she didn't really like him actually. She just pretended to which was sometimes hard to do.
She sat in her bed, the sky blue sheets reminding her of when her mom did not have her boyfriend, the good times with hardly any rules to follow. She and her mom were free, until her mom was tamed be the man that she might soon marry. She was covered in her small soft fleece brown adn cream blanket. She wore her pajama bottoms, holding the logo Chicks Rule all over it in read. She also wore her D.A.R.E. shirt that she got when she was in the 5th grade. She used to go to Emily Dickinson Elementry School in Bozeman Montana, but she now moved about two years ago. She thought of her art show that was begining tomorrow at 3:15 pm her time. She laughed as her mom talked to her and told her that she would lock her out of the house if she kept on farting. She laughed more and more with every word.
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The Lies She Wrote
Lost within the deep confines of her mind, the girl wrote about her life as best she could. Despite the fact that over half of what she wrote was a total and complete lie. [no, that doesn't apply to me...]
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