Did you ever realize that not everyone has the same purpose in life? Did you ever notice the changes in skin color and texture? Did you ever notice that not everyone was the same? Well, I never seemed to notice. Until now.
Im 12. My parents had left me for dead when I was 3. I had a special disease that they couldnt pay for all the treatments. They thought that by getting rid of me would solve their problems. But that didnt work. I struggled by finding my way out of that forest, that cave of horror. I grew up in a foster home. No one knew my name, so they called me Speechless, because I had trouble talking. None of the adopters, none of the angels as us kids called them, wanted me. They thought that I would be a problem in their life and I would harm their other children. But they were wrong.
I finally managed to find my angel. Her name was Ashli. Somehow, I felt as if Id known her all my life. But somehow, I also felt frightened of her. She was tall with bright blue eyes. I think thats what frightened me. I think it was her eyes. Whenever I would look at her, it felt as though she was staring right through me. She took care of me, yes, but I hardly ever saw her during the day. She always went places, but I never knew where. She would leave me a note everyday, telling me that we were meant to have met. The note always confused me. I never knew what she meant.
Sometime later, when I was 8, she took me to the place where she went everyday. She told me that every night, she would sample my blood to figure out how to fight my disease. This really freaked me out. I mean, I was only 8 years old. Wouldnt you be scared too? Well, you know what, this story isnt going anywhere. You should just put this book down and go do some other act of getting out of bored ness. Well, I warned you. This story is about to change completely.
Well, this is the beginning of pretty much a brand-new story. It is about a girl whose name was Aicha. She was a beautiful young girl. Her hairwait. This still isnt working. I need a fresh idea. Maybe if I write The Cat Sat On The Mat a million times, Ill get inspiration. After all, a guy in a book I just read did that. Maybe it will work on me.
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Hey, I think its working. Maybe if I could just get a good story going, I could finish this thing. Maybe I should just write about what I read or something. Well, lets see. My sister, Molly, lent me the book, I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith. It was quite an interesting book, you see. It was about a girl who had a father that is kinda like me. But that wont be what my story is about. Of course it wont be. If I went on talking about my life, people would probably get bored. Maybe they wouldnt. Maybe I could just tweak up the story a bit. Well, its a start. With that, Im off to the theater or should I spell it theatre. People in Britain or England spell it theatre while people over here in the United States spell it theater. But I might just change color to colour in my story, even though this programs spell checker says that colour is wrong. I am going off onto a completely different tangent than what my story started out as. But sometimes life can be a puzzle and I think that is what my life is sometimes. It is right now. Isnt that peculiar? Well I dont think it is.
My life is continually changing. My life is just like this story. It started out one way, then it changed, and then it changed again. It is so weird how I think sometimes, but I believe that right now, I am just simply writing my thoughts into this document. Would you like to know what I continue to save this as? Even if you said no, I will tell you. I saved it as mystoryDONOTREAD!!!. Isnt that peculiar for a saved story/document?
that's why the internet is so cool, in a way, because at school, maybe other teens don't share your interest or are mean...but on NICE places, you may be able to chat with other people that share your interest...
my coworkers and family say, Disney...again?????????? but here, I am normal/average in how often we go 
of course, not everyone on the net is nice 
, but I'm awfully NICE!! 
obviously just a joke. however, when I went to check on whether anyone had commented it was not there. anyone know why?
maybe they didn't want the teens on the board to read it and get ideas? maybe it would start a huge debate? Maybe we shouldn't talk about it here either...we don't want the thread to get closed 
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