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Prologe
"Where did you hide them?" Mélanie, my bestfriend asked.
"Under the wooden palletes at the back of the estate." I responded.
Without even looking back or thinking for two seconds, she started walking toward the gap between our other neighbour, Morgane's house and a new ugly grey house made from wood on the outside. As we walked down the gap between the two houses, gossiping about some girl from school, I thought back to when this madness started: One night, after I had fallen off my bike and split my head open, I was sitting up on the wooden cabin that I had mad with all the other kids on the road, I was with Antoine, It was his fault I kept saying to myself but maybe it wasn't a fault when I took that cigarette in my hand...
"Under the wooden palletes at the back of the estate." I responded.
Without even looking back or thinking for two seconds, she started walking toward the gap between our other neighbour, Morgane's house and a new ugly grey house made from wood on the outside. As we walked down the gap between the two houses, gossiping about some girl from school, I thought back to when this madness started: One night, after I had fallen off my bike and split my head open, I was sitting up on the wooden cabin that I had mad with all the other kids on the road, I was with Antoine, It was his fault I kept saying to myself but maybe it wasn't a fault when I took that cigarette in my hand...
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This Is The TRUE Story of me. Their are more and more teenagers, aged 13-16, like me in the world, it's our choice, so don't critique the story on that choice. Thank you.
