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I have an Amazing idea. Since this play is called ‘Ready, Set, Shine’ we can cover the sign with, get ready, Glitter!
It was 12 years ago. I was in a dark blue car that made so much sound, huddled in a big blanket. This man got in the car and told me everything was going to be okay. My whole body was wrapped up like a mummy with cloth and bandages. I hurt, but I was free. I looked out the window. They were taking her away. I was happy. She had hurt me, broke me even, and now they were taking her away. I never wanted to see her again, even though she was my mother.
I’ve been going to school here for 5 years, and I’ve made some really good friends. Jenny is the spunkiest and brightest person I've ever known. She has a wild mess of bright, red, curly hair and crazy green eyes. Then there's Scotty. He is a quiet, and calm. Scotty has light, caramel, brown, wavy hair, soft blue eyes. All three of us are in drama. All but one of my really close friends, Clark. She is an Angel. With her long, light brown hair and her pale hazel- green eyes, anyone could fall for her.
You're Not supposed to be here!
the four of us walk to Cafeteria. As we were all working on a big opening poster for our play, ‘Ready, Set, Shine’, Jenny popped up. “I have an Amazing idea. Since this play is called ‘Ready, Set, Shine’ we can cover the sign with, get ready, Glitter!” she looked like she just solved all world problems as she pulled all of us to our feet.
I drove Clark home, promised to pick her up tomorrow, and started heading towards my own home. As I pulled in I saw a different car. My heart sank. I’ve seen that kind of car before. Pale red, more chipped then the last time, blue seat covers, faded over time, and the preschool pride sticker on the back, barely any paint left on it. No. No no no, it can’t be. I refuse to believe thats real.
“Hello?” I ask as I push close the door. There was a creak on the floor boards. I grab the closest thing to me, a shoe, pathetic. The creaks came closer. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. A laundry basket out of the doorway, then a foot poked, then the rest of the body. I almost fell as I saw the oh so familiar face. But it was aged. Wrinkled, faded, scared. But the eyes, the eyes didn’t change. Bright, but faded blue. I don’t believe it, I won’t believe it. This is isn’t real.
“Claire? Yeah umm hey I made my decision.” “Yes! I’ll start packing everything up!” She squealed. “I’m not leaving,” I smiled. I don’t need her. “What?! No, you are coming back to ireland.” “Nope. I'm not scared of you and you are going to leave before i get home tomorrow, or else!” I said angrily, “So goodbye Claire, I hope i'll never see you again.” I'm staying, and no one can stop me!
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