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Post by Samantha Wood on Oct 6, 2007 3:13:17 GMT
I sat on the cold stone floor. I really wanted it all to go away. "I hate my father" I kept repeating to myself quietly. The best thing in the world was if they both dropped dead. Sure it was mean, but its all I could think about. I had wrote them about the miscarriage. I knew they wouldnt be sympathetic about it. They could care less. I just sat there and thoguth about waht they would say.
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Post by Adalia Andrews on Oct 6, 2007 13:42:44 GMT
Adalia walked into the owlery, she wasn't a student here anymore, but she'd taken to wandering around her old haunts ever since she'd got back. With a sigh, she made her way over to the window, resting a hand lightly on the stone sill and looking out over the grounds, remembering how she'd spent so much time up here in an attempt to avoid her twin.
It suddenly occurred to her to look around and make sure she was alone, when she realised she wasn't as she spotted a girl sitting on the ground, "Oh, I'm sorry," She said airily, "I didn't mean to disturb you at all."
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Post by Samantha Wood on Oct 6, 2007 19:09:57 GMT
I jumped slightly and look up. "Oh um its okay," I smile weakly. "I really shouldnt be sitting on the floor anyway. Someone might trip over me," I laugh slightly.
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