Most of my life was a lot better after my dad left us. My life was looking great, until I was 3 in a half. When I was three this is what happened that was also the beginning of my tragic life. So my mom fell in love again, and had two boys. Keannea who was 2, and Kreasen who was 1. One day Keannea decided to chase me around the house. Wee were laughing and having a great time. Then Keannea had to trip over Kreasen toys, abd skin his knee. Keannea ran to mom crying for her to bandge it. I was waiting until they finished, so we can play again, but I got bored real fast. So I climbed up stairs, and walked into my room. What greated me in my room was my sis snores. I had to compress a couple of giggles. I swear that girl can sleep through anything. I crept over to my window to look at the view. From my window, you can see the park and the lake. Out of the cornor of my eye, I saw some movement coming towards our house. I turned my head to see ten guys in there 20s walking up to our house. They were all carring aa big red container. They began to douse our house with the liquid inside the containers. I thought they were just watering the garden and getting the house wet on accident, with a lovely rainbowed color water. Then one of the men took out one of those devices that makes fire appear out of no where, and smirked. I watched him and the other guys laugh until they dropped it. Then out of no where, the gardenbegan to grow flames.

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Texte: This is my life not yours, so no copying.
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 03.08.2010

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