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Yellow Note Book

Tue Jul 7, 2009, 6:39 PM
Long after Bangle Tigers died off and mothers never cared for there young. There was a scientis by the name of Mr. Hill, my father. People say that never ending life would be great. My father made this wish come true. But shortly after the infushin. The oldest lady in all the land died at the age of 200. Mr. Hill was not pleased with what he had done. He wanted more. A monster. Much like the devil its self , but stronger. He had done it, but had nothing to test it on, tust I was bored. I was born 4 pounds 6 ounzes. He waited tell I was older. I never had friends my dad always keep me away from others. Maybe it was so I did not feel what humans life was like or so I could not feel other peoples flash. He waited tell I was 3. still much like a baby. I did not even know what was going on. My dad always told me that it would hurt. And that he was the same as i. But I had bone that came out of my head like a cat but bone. My hair was white. My eyes pink. I never knew that I was different. I went to school like a normal girl. The only thing different was that I had no friends. I was 10 the first time I ever made a friend. Her name was Samantha but Sam she did not care what I looked like. The way we meet was when the boys in my class poured milk on my book bag. She washed the milk off in the girls bathroom. For a long time we were friends. I was smiling again. Behind the school building there was a forest on top of a hill. I always went there after school. I went there to hid. From what? I don’t know. But this time something found me. I was sitting by the big green tree. When I hared something coming. I hid behind the tree. A small dog with a white dot on its nose walked to the tree. I smiled and walked out from behind the tree. I walk to the dog. And held my hand out. The dog bite my hand. I snapped my hand back inspeacting my bleeding hand. The dog ran away. I wiped the tear from my eye and walked home. When I got home I went to sleep. The next day at school I brought a peace of meat to the tree after school hoping to see the dog again. I waited and waited. When I hared the bushes move the dog popped out. I waved the meat at the dog.
“it’s ok. Come on come on” the dog slowly made its way to me. Snatched the meat from my wrapped hand. I sat back by the tree. The dog came to me and sat on my lap. I had won a new friend. Then on for a hole mouth I went back after school with a peace of ham. I named him spot because of the dot on his nose. I never showed him to anyone. Soon after. I wanted to show Spot to Sam. After school I brought Sam to the big tree. She waited.
“Why did you bring me here Katrina?”
“SHH!” I put my fingers to my lips. The bushes moved around. The scrawny puppy jumped out at me.
“This is Spot. Spot this is Sam.” Spot’s ears spiked up.
“Aww! It’s so cute!”
we played with the dog for the hole day tell dark. When Sam and I were walking home. I snatch Sam’s hand. She looked at me shocked
“Don’t tell anyone about that dog.” She said ok

the next day at school I walked in my class room. No one was there. Hands strangled my wrists. I looked two boys were holding me.
“What are you doing? Let me go!”
“Hold her back good.” I looked at the boy that poured milk on my bag. He smiled. Where was the 4th one? I looked around.
“You think you can out power me?” he yelled at me “Well now I know your weakness” he waved his hand at the door. I looked at the door. The 4th boy walked in. with Spot. Holding him by the scarf of his neck. He yelped. His tail pulled under him.
“Don’t you hurt him!” he smiled
“See u care to much about this dog”
“Who told you about the dog?”
“Now watch as I kill this dog.” He grabbed a vase that had nothing in it. It was yellow. He had the 4th boy hold Spot to the ground. He delivered a blow. I could hear the yelp of Spot. I made my head spine. The second his yelped faded.
“Stop. You’re hurting him. You kill him” I pleaded my “Stop!” the last blow. I heard nothing. He sat the bloody vase on the table. Blood from behind the table rolled into the crakes of the floor.
“Why!” I yelled at that moment Sam ran in.
“You told me no one gets hurt!” she looked at me. I put my head down. Her head went in her hands.
“She’s a monster anyway Sam.”
“I am not the monster you are” Blood splattered on the walls as I studded there. I did not move as all there lifeless bodies fell to the floor a drop of blood feel of the ruff and I was gone. I hade no clue what just happened. I ran to my dad for answers. His only response was
“Your Ready”

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:icontellamakhos:
thank you! :3
<3<3<3
:iconrulingwolves:
thanks for the favs! love ya!

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~rulingwolves :heart: ~Dreae
Angie is my Sadistic seme, and I her Dramatic uke. Together we will fight for our right to luv.
:iconmomo1993:
love u tew

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i am a tomboy.
iam one of the gang,
a pal,
a bud-
and thats all.
They never see me as a girl
or
a polential crush
and
just brush me off.
sometimes,
ignore it.
i feel whats going on.
welcome to my life
:iconrulingwolves:
sure you do XD

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~rulingwolves :heart: ~Dreae
Angie is my Sadistic seme, and I her Dramatic uke. Together we will fight for our right to luv.
:iconmomo1993:
may i love ur hair. i pasted me story

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i am a tomboy.
iam one of the gang,
a pal,
a bud-
and thats all.
They never see me as a girl
or
a polential crush
and
just brush me off.
sometimes,
ignore it.
i feel whats going on.
welcome to my life
:iconrulingwolves:
thanks ^.^ ill read it

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~rulingwolves :heart: ~Dreae
Angie is my Sadistic seme, and I her Dramatic uke. Together we will fight for our right to luv.
:iconprimeval:
Thanks for the fave.
=]

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Y.A.O.I
My Anti-Drug

:ninjabattle: <-----That's me...beating you
:iconmomo1993:
yup

--
i am a tomboy.
iam one of the gang,
a pal,
a bud-
and thats all.
They never see me as a girl
or
a polential crush
and
just brush me off.
sometimes,
ignore it.
i feel whats going on.
welcome to my life

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