Trapped - Jasmine Riley (historical books to read .TXT) 📗
- Author: Jasmine Riley
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Chapter
1
No matter how hard I try, home always calles back to me. It is as if some thing is waiting, watching for the right time to come and snach me from my little blue bed while I am sleeping. No matter how many times I try to leave, some thing happens to my family, fisicly, as if some one is torching me, waiting for the right time to get ME. My family is not willing to leave, they say " This as been the home town of our family for many generation, and I am not leaving." Well I am. I know what little bad things happen here, and they always lead to big,bad,problem.
Chapter
2
I hope you never come here, because when you do, you can't ever leave. Just the other day I left, Right out side the borders of Maysocty, and mother called up saying " Honey, I am sorry but Grandma Lalla Died. Her reseption will be in 2 days." So here I am sitting, looking around, almost scared as if some one will jump up and say, " I killed her! And now is the time I kill her granddaugter."
Chapter
3
Let me go back to my childhood, where it all began.
Chapter
4
I was born in Maysocty, Nevada, at Nevada Skiff Hostpital. Everthing there now is like a ghost town, just like the rest of Maysocty. But back when I was a little girl, I remember it was colorful, and green, and welcomeing. But now it is dark,cold, and unfriendly. When I was little, people I did not know would walk by and I would say "Hello!" and they would replie "Hello young Miss. What is your name?"
"Nevada." I would say. Yes I know my mother named me after the state. " What a sweet little name. Well good bye!" Some times it almost scared me, as if they would snach me right then, right there. I guess you could say I was paraniod. I thought every thing was giong to kill me, slowly, painfuly.
Chapter
5
One night I was "working" at the garden right out side our house. A stanger snach me, right out of the blue in our front yard. They tied me up, as if they were giong to rape me, but I was only 7. It still makes me wonder why they tied me up and.....
TO BE CONTINUED....
Publication Date: 09-18-2011
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Dedication:
to the movie inside and the book tennyson.
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