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I look up into the opaque black eyes of my mother. My voice quivers as I answer obediently, "Yes, Mother?"
She places her hand gingerly on my shoulder, and when she speaks, her voice is as cold as ice. "It's going to be alright."
My head dips in a slight nod, despite the fact that I do not agree. I've always trusted my mother, but now I'm not so sure. I lift my gaze to look around. The dim sunshine from a small, barred window is the only light to illuminate the other people that crowd the small area. I pause for a moment on each of the sullen, hungry faces, and all hope diminishes and wilts like a dying rose. We are being sent to our deaths.
It was the year 1937, specifically my seventh birthday. My deep brown eyes gazed hungrily at the red dining table, feasting on the cake and presents that lay before me. I glanced up at my mother and father's joyous faces as they watched.
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[ ABOUT ME ]
hello ~ I'm just a regular teenage girl living in Arizona, USA. I am currently a student at school and I aspire to become an author, artist, or maybe both.
I'm quite friendly if you don't offend me or my friends, so if you'd like to chat just shoot me a note. I can be shy at first but am very easy to get along with and extremely loyal to those I call friends.
You can also find me at:
- zephayer @ chickensmoothie
- zephayer @ subeta
ID by the amazing Xeehsl
well. so many great artists on here offering point commissions D:
and for once my premi wears off ..
• anyone who donates any amount of points will get a llama.
• anyone who donates a lot of points you will get a free custom.