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That's Jackie. lmao.
So I've been working all morning on getting every detail just right, and here it is. The final draft of my story for English.
Lily
Most people think I have a depressing life, but really I don't. Sure, I get sad on occasion, but otherwise, I'm a happy person. You see, I was born into a family of fame. My mother was a rising broadway actress, and my father was a major movie star. But unfortunately, he got caught up in an unhealthy world of drugs. One crisp, fall night, he overdosed on heroin and died of heart failure. My mother got diagnosed with depression 6 months later. She thought that me greatly resembling my father caused it, so she gave me up to my godmother, my father's sister. This all happened right before my 3rd birthday.
We lived in California. Just the two of us, until I was eleven. But then Rose, my godmother, got a job offer in Cleveland. I remember th move, like it was yesterday. I remember pulling up in front of an apartment building on Gibb Street. It was nice. Not too dirty, and not too clean. Not too big, and not too small. In my room, there was a tall, narrow window, right across from the door. It had a nice ledge too. One you could curl up on with a blanket on a winter's day, while thinking, and watching the snow fall. So one day, I was sitting on my thinking ledge, just watching the world go by, when I noticed a garden across the street. No one was there. Just a young girl, on her hands and knees. I was curious as to what she was doing, so I went down there.
When I reached the garden, the girl looked up at me, and simply said "hi". She sounded sweet with a soft, shy tone in her voice. "May I ask what you are doing?" I asked. "Planting lima beans," she quietly said. After having a conversation with her, I found we had a lot in common. Her name was Kim, and she was 9 years old. Her father died shortly before she was born. She started asking questions about my family. I didn't mind answering them. Kim was my first best friend. I made other friends, but none quite like her. She did things, showing that she cared about me. She even planted a garden for me on my 13th birthday, full of lillies, roses, and forget-me-nots. Kim's friendship took me a long way away from where I was. Now all we have to do is hope for the Hollywood ending.
later: I If you are even the tiniest bit of a my chemical romance fan, GO HERE!!! If you read this and agreed, YOU FRIZZING ROCK!!!!
If you read it all, you'll leave me a comment right??
I'm going to book mark it and come back to read the rest of the story. You'll get a good grade!
very nice story, makes life feel like the world is small because all the things that happen are so close to home in the heart. keep writing :)
That is so sweet. Friends can be as important and influencial as family. I hope that this finds you doing well!
I really liked your story, it was moving! It made me appreciate the things that my friends do for me every day more!!! :) Byes--Katie
Julie...that was beautiful. My mother was the one in my family caught up in the world of drugs...she went and died on me when I was 18. I hate drugs...lol.But I don't knock those who use them...each to their own I say. Have a good week....and BTW, wonderful place you have here. ;)
What a wonderful story you have written! The symbolism is beautiful. Very nice story about strength and friendship. Bravo!! I'm sure you will receive an awesome grade for this...