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. - I am Diversity at storywrite
. - The square marked me and him at storywrite
. - Alone at storywrite
. - The start of the world as we know it at storywrite
. - To You at storywrite
. - Letter at storywrite
. - [ I can't do it. But I want to. 1 ] at storywrite
. - Afraid at storywrite
. - 13 minutes at storywrite
I stared up at the ceiling. I was picked up by unusually familiar arms. / "Her name will be Tara." / From then on my name is Tara. For the rest of my life, the name will follow me around. / I was placed i - [ I'm sick of lies ] at storywrite
. - Raw at storywrite
- [ I was walking down the old weathered street when I heard a voice. ] at storywrite
I was walking down the old weathered street when I heard a voice. / "Tarcy," I heard in an eerie manner. / I spun around, curious. / "Tarcy," I heard once again. / "Who's there?" I voice quavered. / "Tarcy - Don't open the door (chptr 2) at storywrite
I ran up to my room and collapsed onto my bed. I just about drifted into a deep sleep when I heard crying from the room next to mine. I exhaustedly stood up and tip-toed into Savana's room. / "Hush," I picked up the ba - Don't open the door (chptr 1) at storywrite
It was midnight. I was doing my history homework. I stared out of the window at the moon. It was the only thing lighting page after boring page of dates and names. It has been two hours since the lights went out. Power cuts a - Don't open the door at storywrite
It was midnight. I lay on my bed doing history homework. Something feels different, creepy. / I stared out my window at the bright, round moon. It was the only thing that lit up page after page of dates and names. - Classmates at storywrite
Rubbish flying, / People crying, / Punching, hitting, / Paper spitting. / Mess the floor, / Slam the door. / Pushing, shoving, / No way loving. / But my class, / - Love life at storywrite
You may hate life, / Be full of strife, / But deep down low' / There's years to go. / Don't pull the trigger, / 'cause life is bigger. / Full of laughter, / Here now not after. - Fate's Child (Chapter 1) at storywrite
"Clean your room!" / "I already have!" / I easily heard Dad and Ben arguing from the lounge. I looked down at my silver nokia phone as it lit up. Cool! A message from Aunty Rita. / HI TANYAH. IM THINKING - Fate's child (Prologue) at storywrite
The last thing I knew was a slit in the left cheek and a broken ankle. What did I do to deserve this? Why was it such a big deal to Dad and Penny anyway? I would ask them but, ah I kinda can't right now. I'm just a fly on the
