Hm. Working on a story right now. It's lame. Really. o_o What? You want to read the first paragraph? o_O Not a good idea...but. Okay. Here
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:o Awh. Thanks for the motivational talk! That /did/ put it into perspective for me. ^^; I didn't think that what /I/ thought really affected what I /did/. But now I agree! :3
Want the second paragraph? :o Oh. I forgot to say. I wrote this story /last/ year. That's why it's so..under-developed. I'm just editing it right now. Dad wants me to publish it. o_O
Sarah Good stared searchingly into the face of a thin, sickly girl. Freckles accented her pale face; stringy hair of strawberry coloring framed her hollow cheeks. She gazed deeply into the round eyes, green and oddly proportioned in contrast to the smaller features of her face. Sarah Good disliked her reflection. Sarah fought for a while with the thin, unruly hair, finally resolving to let it hang limply about her shoulders. Although still dissatisfied, Sarah left for school. On a street corner, just a block from campus, she met her friend Michelle Carron.
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Want the second paragraph? :o
Oh. I forgot to say. I wrote this story /last/ year. That's why it's so..under-developed. I'm just editing it right now. Dad wants me to publish it. o_O
Sarah Good stared searchingly into the face of a thin, sickly girl. Freckles accented her pale face; stringy hair of strawberry coloring framed her hollow cheeks. She gazed deeply into the round eyes, green and oddly proportioned in contrast to the smaller features of her face. Sarah Good disliked her reflection. Sarah fought for a while with the thin, unruly hair, finally resolving to let it hang limply about her shoulders. Although still dissatisfied, Sarah left for school. On a street corner, just a block from campus, she met her friend Michelle Carron.
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