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My Sister Megan
My Sister Megan
Megan really isnt my sister, shes more of a Chosen sister and I dont mean Step-Sister Either. We have been friends ever since we were at school; well we were until that dreadful day I had slipped out of my bedroom hidden under my anorak, the cold merciless air stung my face as I miserably trudged on. I kept quiet. If I was caught out of bed after 10:00 in the Home you got Grounded and put on Washing up Duty for a Month.
I have always lived in a Home, Ever since I was small, I never knew my parents.
I had reached the church gates, I gently sat on it swinging backwards and Forwards, An Old Childhood game that Megan and I had played. I silently jumped off and headed for the Graveyard, People reckon that Graveyards are spooky at night but really its just cold, lonely. I found her grave at the back, the fresh mound of earth and the spotless grave.
I felt tears running down my icy cheeks, f
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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