Anonymous by Jasmine Ramos (important of reading books TXT) 📕

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"Hello,my name is Chrisy, and this is my story. I've never told this to anyone so consider yourself lucky." Thats how it all started. The way my whole life story was sent out into the world. I remember hearing people everywhere I went telling others my story. The first time was a couple days after I gave my friend Steven the true story about me. It was around noon I was putting gas in my car when a lady came up to me and said she knew who I was. I was so frightened, my heart was pounding, the wind was blowing and it was sprinkiling a little. Yet I still felt sweat running down my face. Thoughts of what would happen to me next, how many people knew, and most of all how did they know. When I told Steven it was because i thought i could trust him, he was my friend, he promissed not to tell anyone. tha was the only reason i told him.
It was within days later that i noticed people following me and watching me. Why would these people follow me now they never bothered before. What was making me even more suspitious was that i haven't seen Steven since two days after i told him and he seemed to not have a problem then. He seemed just as normal as ever. I hoped it didn't scare him off.It was then that i realized i must hide, something was wrong, and a whole new cchapter was about to begin.

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It all started when i was living in Germany and i was 17 years old.The year was 1953. I was always in love with vampires and witches and "mythical" creatures. I was the kid that would wear a pair of simple and plain jeans, any shirt that was clean, then put a black sweater on over. Iwas almost always wearing converse too. I was about average height and weight about 5'6 and 120 pounds. I had dark hair almost black but not quit and it was wavy. I was quite and really smart always at the top of my classes. I loved to read fiction stories. I was the only child after my twin brother disappeared when i was 14. All we ever found of him was a shirt so the cops sugested he was attacked by wild animals.
I had everything i could ever dream of. My parents were not the richest but quit wealthy. It didn't mean much to me though. I could care less how many pets i had, cars i could drive, rooms that i could call myown. It all meant nothing to me. Even my parents meant nothing. I hated their personalities, it was annoying how they acted as if they cared and payed attention to what i had to say. It bothered me how quickly they got over the disaperece of my brother, it took me years and them only months. I speant all the time i could away. The rest of my family was in Japan. I moved to Germany when i was to young to remeber because my dad wanted to come back to his home land. I've only visited Japan twice and i wish i could have stayed there. If i did my life would be different. I would probly be dead or almost dead but instead I;m here more 17 than ever, frozen in time, here telling my story.
Anyways it was a day no different than any other. It was a little cloudy and windy, the month was November. I was in my room laying on my bed thinking about what i could do next. I was always board and doing crazy things to keep myself entertained.

Publication Date: 05-18-2010

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