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I was all alone in this dark room, banging my fists on the steel door. All of my friends were off fighting while I was here doing absolutely nothing. This is how our “adventures” often go. Everyone else fights and gets all the glory, while I was just the boy that tagged along. “Oh Raphael! You did such an amazing job fighting those dragons, how did you do it?” they’d ask. “Stacy! Stacy! Over here! Mitchell! James! Troy! Oh we love you!” Then there was me, just plain old Barnaby who was always left behind. They were takin...
I forced myself to wake up to my annoying alarm. Once I was aware of what day it was, I grabbed my phone and checked the time. 6:21 A.M. Good. Instantly, I got up and changed into shorts and my special tee shirt. Once I grabbed my shoes, journal, and pen, I headed out the door. Our special tree was about a half mile from the house. We would always go there when I was younger, so that’s where I went now. I was grateful that I woke up at 6:21. If I was a minute early or a minute late, it would mess up everything. Every Tue...
Who knew that a small town girl could get her hands dirty? Who would ever suspect sweet little Bailey Clementine to kill one of the toughest men there is around? No one. That’s why I got away with it. Randy Howard, that was the bastard that killed my little brother, Johnny. He was just a boy, only seventeen years old, but that didn’t stop Randy. Nothing would. You see, my little brother didn’t know what he was up to that night. He was just messing around, having a little fun. Johnny always acted tough, but everyone knew he wasn’t. That’...
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