I'm Gigi!
And aspiring artist. My parents don't want my real age on here so I just put that I'm thirteen.
Here is an example of my work. Taken as a snippet of a story I'm writing.
I'm really having some trouble with the plot. But I have the main ideas already to do. I just don't know how to end it.
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Dear Principal Steinback,
Due to me buying a house in Palm Springs, my daughter and I will be moving within the next two weeks and this is her last day in this school. I will be over this evening to fill out whatever forms are needed to transfer her out of this school. Thank you very much.
Sincerely,
Ms. Anabel Cross
That was the note Sylvia Cross solemnly handed her principal, who nodded understandingly when she was done reading it. Mrs. Lisa Steinback always hated to see even the most ill behaved student leave her school, especially when the child seemed so sad about leaving like Sylvia was. The middle aged woman with emerald eyes and straight golden hair tied up in an elegant bun inhaled deeply and looked as if she were about to say something when she was interrupted by the morning warning bell. Mrs. Steinback then only smiled.
"I hope you enjoy your final day here at Parsley, Sylvia," she said. "I think you should get to class now, and make sure to say goodbye to all of your friends and teachers."
Unless you were filthy rich and threw a huge farewell party for yourself, only inviting members of the 'in crowd', nobody was going to expect people to make a big deal about you leaving John Parsley Middle School. Usually, if you were going to move like Sylvia, you and your friends would have a little get together at your house that weekend to have cookies your mom baked and exchange cell phone numbers and email addresses. After that, you say your final goodbyes and make promises to write letters and meet again sometime soon. Then you move and all of the promises you made are broken. Your friends replace you with some other girl. No one replies to your emails. No one returns your calls and you also get new friends, and you never hear from your old friends again. The End.
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There is more than what I just wrote.
Oh yes, this is copywrited to ME and any use of it in other websites will resort in me reporting you.
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