dreamwriter
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Pen to the paper, writing of wings, flying on dreams
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Post by dreamwriter on Dec 6, 2010 14:00:12 GMT -5
A girl, alone in the world, living in tunnels carved out of tree roots, is trying to create an existance in a world where she is an outsider. No where else has she found such strange happenings.
My world was a mystery. I had no idea where i came from or where I was going. "So, Diana," I asked myself. "What exactly are you doing in this highschool?" I'd learned about all I could on my own, from books I'd appropriated throughout the US. The language textbooks had taught me French, Spanish, German, Mandarin Chinese and any other language taught in school. I'd even swiped a laptop from someone who abused it so much that they didn't deserve to have it. My head was packed with so much information that I doubted I could be taught anymore. But maybe I could.
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dreamwriter
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Pen to the paper, writing of wings, flying on dreams
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Post by dreamwriter on Dec 11, 2010 20:01:26 GMT -5
There was an odd sort of electricity in the air, but it was cold and the area was like that. My head buzzed with anticipation as it made me feel more than a little bit sick. I didn't want to be the odd one out in highschool as well as the rest of the world. It was absolutely unfair to have to face this ordeal alone but that was my way and I didn't have anyone to turn to.
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dreamwriter
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Pen to the paper, writing of wings, flying on dreams
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Post by dreamwriter on Dec 16, 2010 10:36:44 GMT -5
The highschool was loud, louder than anything I'd ever heard. I spent moments whispering to myself that there were only so many periods left and what an idiot I was to come here because they couldn't teach me anything I didn't already know. I caught myself wishing that I had my memory so I would know what happened to me. Why was I winged? I wanted to believe that I had some greater purpose, but I couldn't remember if I did. I kept one ear on the teachers just in case they said something I didn't know,but that was unlikely. Highschool textbooks were far inferior to the college ones I had...uh...appropriated. When you're half bird with no parents that you can remember, you don't get money or a job. That requires references and examinations that I cannot produce.
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