The Sacred Stone

She put me on the pourch that one rainy night. She was crying. I wanted to comfort her. She seemed formiliar like being away from her would kill me. I tried to move but the blanket wrapped around me held. She kissed me told me to not forget who i was. She put a stone in my hand and said whatever happans don't let any one have this. Don't trust anyone. I stared at her blankly i couldn't under stand. And with another breath she vanished.



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I cried and after that just came darkness and a big blur.
I woke up. That same nightmare has haunted me since i was five. I keep waking up in a cold sweat. It's been haunting me for eight years. Each night seems more real and the more familiar her face gets.I just wish she had said my real name. So i could know it.



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I hate the name my adopted parents gave me. They call me Ashley. I don't think it suits me. I have Amber eyes, Dark brown hair that almost red and almost black with blonde highlights, and a slight tan. Do you get the picture?


Hey i'm having writers block any ideas



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I looked at the clock it was 4:30a.m. I might as well get up I thought i have to wake up in a hour anyways. So I took a long hot shower trying not to think about school. School the only place i can hang out with my friends the true Okies. The place to get made fun of. The place where i'm invisable almost an outcast. The place i hate. The place i love. What is it that makes school so hard so confusing? I hope i understand soon.



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I went to my room and checked my Facebook while my hair dried. Then I check my emails. Then I checked my cat's face book. Yes i'm weird and yes my cat is popular.



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I checked the time. It was 5:35. I surfed the internet some more (and updated my cat's facebook).



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