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Chapter 1
"Anna May get in here right away! Don't make me get the swicht little girl" Hollore mama.
"Comming mama! I was doing my chors." i hollerd back.
I live on a farm with my mother and out two slaves Jim and Nacy.my father ran out on us when my mother found out that when he got drunk that he would comeinto my roo at night and touch me in places that didn't fell right. He told me that if I ever told anyone that he would kill me, i belived him. So it is just the 4 of us now. We moved from Flordia to Missouri, we don't know that many people but we are making new friends. There is a boy who lives down the street. He always wears overwals. But i like them, he looks like the ppl back home.
Today is the first ngày of school. Boy am I nervoius. I'm wearing my old working dress with my new school shoes. I had missed the buss so I walked to school. On my way i seen the boy from down the street.
" xin chào wanna walk to school with me?" he asked
"Sure" so i walked over to where he was.
"hi my name is Charlie Gammons."
"Hello Charlie my name is Anna May fingerburg. But people call me Anna."
"Nice to meet you" that made me blush. It was a short distance to the school. It turned out that Charlie and I had a lot of the same classes together. When lunch finnaly rolled around I sat with Charlie and his friends. His Những người bạn were a little gross. Charlie just starred at me.
"What?" I đã đưa ý kiến looking into his eyes.
"Did anyone tell bạn that bạn have the most beautiful green eyes?"
"Nope, no one has ever told me anything like that." I was blushing a deep red i could feel it.
"Why don't bạn come over after school today?"
"I'll have to ask my mother, but if I can i'll be there." And with that being đã đưa ý kiến I was off to my last class.
Chapter 1
"Anna May get in here right away! Don't make me get the swicht little girl" Hollore mama.
"Comming mama! I was doing my chors." i hollerd back.
I live on a farm with my mother and out two slaves Jim and Nacy.my father ran out on us when my mother found out that when he got drunk that he would comeinto my roo at night and touch me in places that didn't fell right. He told me that if I ever told anyone that he would kill me, i belived him. So it is just the 4 of us now. We moved from Flordia to Missouri, we don't know that many people but we are making new friends. There is a boy who lives down the street. He always wears overwals. But i like them, he looks like the ppl back home.
Today is the first ngày of school. Boy am I nervoius. I'm wearing my old working dress with my new school shoes. I had missed the buss so I walked to school. On my way i seen the boy from down the street.
" xin chào wanna walk to school with me?" he asked
"Sure" so i walked over to where he was.
"hi my name is Charlie Gammons."
"Hello Charlie my name is Anna May fingerburg. But people call me Anna."
"Nice to meet you" that made me blush. It was a short distance to the school. It turned out that Charlie and I had a lot of the same classes together. When lunch finnaly rolled around I sat with Charlie and his friends. His Những người bạn were a little gross. Charlie just starred at me.
"What?" I đã đưa ý kiến looking into his eyes.
"Did anyone tell bạn that bạn have the most beautiful green eyes?"
"Nope, no one has ever told me anything like that." I was blushing a deep red i could feel it.
"Why don't bạn come over after school today?"
"I'll have to ask my mother, but if I can i'll be there." And with that being đã đưa ý kiến I was off to my last class.
I thought it would be a good idea to try and write goodbye
but i was stuck when I realized there were too many lovely things to write about.
and not enough words invented yet to say them aloud.
and i know there are a number of things wrong with this,
but i really don't want to fix it right now.
i don't feel like doing anything but sitting upside down
but trust me, when it comes down
to having the choice of being right..
hoặc protecting you, I'll be wrong every single time.
Because it's just who I am...
but i was stuck when I realized there were too many lovely things to write about.
and not enough words invented yet to say them aloud.
and i know there are a number of things wrong with this,
but i really don't want to fix it right now.
i don't feel like doing anything but sitting upside down
but trust me, when it comes down
to having the choice of being right..
hoặc protecting you, I'll be wrong every single time.
Because it's just who I am...