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1. smileys_stories
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   October 28, 2011 5:15pm UTC
   *Title Undecided*
   Chapter 4
   You're probably confused. I was blind? Yes, you read it correctly. After Viv died, I got almost all of her money and belongings. Cath and Ken told me she never wanted me to live my whole life blind. They didn't know why she didn't tell me this, or why she didn't do something about it. But it took a lot of the money to get this procedure done. I'll spare you the details. But now, I have 20/20 vision. Although even if I was still blind, it would be the least of my worries.
   Ken and Cath have left. I live with my dad. I am no longer homeschooled. It is the end of the summer. Sophomore year starts in one week and three days. I'm panicking. Was I going to be caught up with everything they were doing? I need to go shopping. I need a backpack too, right? Shopping was first on my list, of course.
   I heard that a lot of teenagers wear Abercrombie, Aeropostale, Hollister, Aerie (where I get bras only, not real clothes), American Eagle, and other cheap stores like that. I was unsure of whether to stick to my Chanel, Gucci, Coach, Marc Jacobs, D&G, Ralph Lauren, Barneys, etc. So, I ended up stopping at the cheap stores, which was worse than I thought. I couldn't find anything! It was all t-shirts, jeans, sweatpants, some decent sweaters, but nothing that I would ever wear. I went to my stores and bought enough clothes for about a month, without wearing the same outfit. I got new shoes, purses, hair stuff, and all my accessories. As for my backpack, I bought a big Coach bag, that I hoped would fit all my school work. After buying pens, pencils, erasers, and all that stuff, I was prepared. First day of school, here I come.
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2. smileys_stories
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   October 28, 2011 5:03pm UTC
   *Title Undecided*
   Chapter 3
   I suppose the question on your mind would be how my mother died, which is where things get confusing in this story. So, I'll try my best to explain it all. First, I should say that Chapter One was written thirteen months before this one and the one before this. This is because I couldn't continue at that time. Well, I shouldn't say that. I continued until Chapter 6, but my tears smeared the words, so I knew I should wait.
   So, Chapter 1 was writeen just two weeks after the day. And this is how that day went.
   Viv and I woken up at six o'clock in the morning, so we had to time to get ready and take a taxi to a small town, a little over an hour from our apartment. We went to mass, and stayed half an hour after it ended to pray by ourselves. We walked out and down the steps to our taxi parked on the opposite side of the street. He waits because this taxi takes us here and back once or twice a week with good pay. It was cold, so put my earmuffs on tight and ran to the curb Itook my first step off, and dashed across the street, not knowing about the huge truck right in the middle of the street, too close to where I was crossing. Viv ran out and pushed me, hard. Harder than I've ever been pushed. So hard that I fell and hit my head on the opposite curb. I sat up and crawled toward the brick office building. I put my back up against it and rubbed my head. Not five minutes after, I heard noise. A lot of it. People screaming. I took off my earmuffs and it just got ten times louder. I could feel someone near me, so I reached out and tugged on their pants.
   "What's going on?" I asked.
   The lady was out of breath, "Vivienne Jameson....Truck. It was huge. She's dead."
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   I stayed completely still. For I don't know how long. Ten minutes? Hours? I couldn't even guess. Until some man took my and led me to a car. He opened the door and I slid in the back seat. It smelled funny. I guessed I was in a police car, but I didn't know where I was going. I could hear them talking, though.
   "Was it her fault? Witnesses say she ran out." It was a women.
   "I'm not sure yet. Call Jeff and tell him to get rid of everyone on the street. The news stations, bystanders, everyone. Get them out. And then close the roads. From Chesnut to Willow." That was a man.
   Then, I heard the woman repeat what the man said to someone else. I didn't hear the response. I figured I was going home, or to my dad's, and the drive was long. Since I had nothing better to do, I slept.
   I was just drifting off when the door flung open, and I was- once again- grabbed by the arm and pulled somewhere. I was unfamiliar with where I was until I smelled it. That antiseptic-y, sickly smell. I was at the hospital. I tried to escape, but their grip was too tight. I was pulled into a room and thrown on a table like thing. It was hard and smooth, and the smell was stronger. Luckily, they just checked out my head, told the officers I was fine, I just needed some Advil or Tylonel or something, and then I went home. The process wasn't really that quick, but the details are boring. The car ride home was long again.
   In case you did not pick up yet... I was blind.
   
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3. smileys_stories
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   October 24, 2011 9:52pm UTC
   *Title Undecided*
   Chapter 3
   So I typed ALL of chapter 3, then deleted every last word. ): im really really upset. it was super long.
   but i guess ill try to re-write it tomorrow.
   sorry for the wait, if anyones reading.
   can you do me a favor and comment on the profile or favorite this quote so i know how many people are reading? thanks girls(:
   
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   October 24, 2011 8:51pm UTC
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   October 24, 2011 8:27pm UTC
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6. smileys_stories
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   October 24, 2011 7:24pm UTC
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   Chapter 1
   It was brown. A dark brown. Maybe mahogany. I'm not sure, exactly, considering I couldn't stand near it for more than ten minutes at a time. Each of the four sides had a design that looked like one of those Asian fans, or half of a flower, something like that. The top was propped up with little pieces of metal on each side, one piece of the metal was attatched to the top, and the other to one of the sides, almost like door hinges. But inside, that's where the trouble began, if you could call it trouble. Actually, I'm not really sure what to call it. Inside, there lay a pale, frail body. It was small and thin with little elf ears and prominant features. Beautiful blonde/brown hair covered her shoulders, and down a few inches. If she was standing, it reached to her upper back. I could pinpoint the exact location. She had green eyes, and the small wrinkles on her face from staying out in the sun made her look older than she was. Her french manicure looked perfect, as always, and she had the same reddish lipstick she always wore dressing her lips. She was wearing black pants, which she wore most often ("You can never go wrong with black pants -- unless you're wearing a navy blue top") and a yellowy-orange blouse with two buttons about an inch apart. Although she was dead, she still looked perfect. Peaceful, beautiful, and slightly aged. There lay my forty year old mother.
   
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