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9. I come home and Leeann's coloring at the counter, that's weird, Tak isn't here to tell her coloring is idiotic and childish (even though Leeann's a kindergartener and that's kinda how they are.
I decided to rework the plot of this. Let me know which one you like better. Once upon a time, there had been a poor girl, who happened to be an orphan.
Talking about my earliest days as a child is very hard for me. As I have stated in my previous blog entries (I was born in Belarus Russia, where I lived in a terribly impoverished orphanage.
Sorry, another short chapter. Me, Laynie, and Tayla spend the day chatting about random stuff like we usually do. I try to keep my gaze away from the empty bag sitting at the edge of my cot.
Prologue I'm trying to write my very neatest in this book, you see, it was given to my by a close friend of mine who I used to know but we'll get onto that part later. My name is Aurora.
"What?" Laynie stands up so quickly that her chair wobbles. "WHAT?!" "Um...Laine, we're adopting Kiela." Tawn says, almost uncertanly. "It's Laynie!. And why are you adopting Kiela?.
Not as long as the first chapter. Enjoy... Quinn rearanges her face into a forced smile. "Hello, girls. Say hi to Mr. and Mrs. Pillet." Tayla chokes out a weak "Hi." Laynie nods sharply.
Prologue The trees howled their sorrowful cry and thrashed wildly in the blizzard wind. Snow choked the old lady as it whirled up in mighty gusts around her. But she wasn't afraid.
I froze in place as the group grew closer. There was a young woman in a green St. Bennett’s vest leading a man and woman who looked to be a couple.
The sharp noise echoed in my head and my eyes snapped open. Clearly, we had talked enough for Rita’s lifetime because that was the first and last time we did.
This couldn't be happening to me. Astrid thought. Astrid was on a bus to an orphanage because her parents dumped. Why would they do that.
I suddenly made a dive for under the bed, and grabbed the box. I opened it again, I put the note to a side and searched for the "Why I'm Here" book. I found it but it wasn't all that I expected.
Kelly was gone for ages, and shall I tell you why. Because she was actually told she was going to be adopted by the Richardson family.
As the door flung open a pair if feet in black leathery shoes walked in. They belonged to the nun I saw walking down the corridor a few moments before.