Millions of Miles Apart
From the moment your born somewhere out there you have a true love. At less that’s what they say? They say there’s one person who has the same coração strings as you and they complete you. And there’s nothing that can keep you apart from one another...But what if my one true amor isn’t here? I mean what if I never find him or her if that’s the case which I hope it’s not. I don’t know what to say but I’m different from the rest...What if there’s no one out there for me?
My name is Sunflower I was born on the first dia of spring, March 20, 1998. And was born and raised in Maine for all my life so far. I just turned 13. I was born with albinism. Albinism Congenital disorder characterized por the complete or partial absence of pigment in the skin, hair and eyes due to absence or defect of an enzyme involved in the production of melanin. At less that’s what my doctor says. In other words I’m albino. I have white skin, white hair and red eye’s. But the sad thing is that I amor the sun which isn’t good for me. That dia in the delivery room was the happiest dia my mother’s life she told me. She said that she was over joy when she saw my for the first time. She said that she didn’t care that I had albinism she loved me who I was. She loved that I was different and unique white skin in all. But my father on the other hand didn’t like that I was different. He thought I would be trouble. Something that would just empty out his wallet with all the mediation and doctors and everything else because of my disorder. My mother was the only one how thought I was truly beautiful...Until she was taken away from me...
April 16, 2004
The spring breeze flowed into Miss. L’s Kindergarten class room. A little girl with skin as white as snow sat in the corner. Her red eyes set on her coloring page. First she grabbed a red and scribbled on the paper. seguinte came laranja and then yellow. She ran up to the teacher and showed her her drawing.
“Miss. l look at my drawing!” Yelled the little girl stumbling her way to the teacher. She held up a drawing of a arco iris, arco-íris it’s as cores a little off...Well the yellow was were the blue should be and the red were the green should be.
“Every nice Sunflower...?” Said Miss. l with a fake smile when a man stormed in with dark brown hair and tan skin. His nose a little cricked. His eye’s blue and filled with shocked tears.
“Umm? Hello sir can I help you?” Asked Miss. l looking at him strange. as he walked over and grabbed Sunflower and though her over his shoulder.
“She has to leave.” He said in a strain voice trying to hold back the tears. Sunflower began to wave her legs back and forth with her arms flailing.
“I’m sir you can’t do that pick up is at 12:00 o’clock!” Said Miss. l yelling at him as he walked out the door. Miss. l was going to run after him but she had a class and she couldn’t leave. The man walked up the stairs with Sunflower still over his shoulder.
“Daddy I don’t want’a leave!” Yelled Sunflower. Her father dropped her on to the floor.
“Lesion here sweet ervilha I don’t care about what you want your mother just got in a car accident and what you care about is that you want to color! I don’t give a dam if you want to color!” Said her father anger strutting with tears running down his face. He stormed off and muttered something under his breath. “It’s because of you she’s died.” He walked out of the building as Sunflower starred back confused and scared of what just happened. Was she really the reason her mother was now died.
April 21, 2004
Rain dripped down the window. The drips connecting with one another making a game of follow the leader. The once spring dia seemed to all of a sudden get dark and grey. The field she once played in five days atrás was now filled with people in black dress and ties with tears running down there faces. Sunflower didn’t know what was going on but all she new was her mother was not coming início ever.
From the moment your born somewhere out there you have a true love. At less that’s what they say? They say there’s one person who has the same coração strings as you and they complete you. And there’s nothing that can keep you apart from one another...But what if my one true amor isn’t here? I mean what if I never find him or her if that’s the case which I hope it’s not. I don’t know what to say but I’m different from the rest...What if there’s no one out there for me?
My name is Sunflower I was born on the first dia of spring, March 20, 1998. And was born and raised in Maine for all my life so far. I just turned 13. I was born with albinism. Albinism Congenital disorder characterized por the complete or partial absence of pigment in the skin, hair and eyes due to absence or defect of an enzyme involved in the production of melanin. At less that’s what my doctor says. In other words I’m albino. I have white skin, white hair and red eye’s. But the sad thing is that I amor the sun which isn’t good for me. That dia in the delivery room was the happiest dia my mother’s life she told me. She said that she was over joy when she saw my for the first time. She said that she didn’t care that I had albinism she loved me who I was. She loved that I was different and unique white skin in all. But my father on the other hand didn’t like that I was different. He thought I would be trouble. Something that would just empty out his wallet with all the mediation and doctors and everything else because of my disorder. My mother was the only one how thought I was truly beautiful...Until she was taken away from me...
April 16, 2004
The spring breeze flowed into Miss. L’s Kindergarten class room. A little girl with skin as white as snow sat in the corner. Her red eyes set on her coloring page. First she grabbed a red and scribbled on the paper. seguinte came laranja and then yellow. She ran up to the teacher and showed her her drawing.
“Miss. l look at my drawing!” Yelled the little girl stumbling her way to the teacher. She held up a drawing of a arco iris, arco-íris it’s as cores a little off...Well the yellow was were the blue should be and the red were the green should be.
“Every nice Sunflower...?” Said Miss. l with a fake smile when a man stormed in with dark brown hair and tan skin. His nose a little cricked. His eye’s blue and filled with shocked tears.
“Umm? Hello sir can I help you?” Asked Miss. l looking at him strange. as he walked over and grabbed Sunflower and though her over his shoulder.
“She has to leave.” He said in a strain voice trying to hold back the tears. Sunflower began to wave her legs back and forth with her arms flailing.
“I’m sir you can’t do that pick up is at 12:00 o’clock!” Said Miss. l yelling at him as he walked out the door. Miss. l was going to run after him but she had a class and she couldn’t leave. The man walked up the stairs with Sunflower still over his shoulder.
“Daddy I don’t want’a leave!” Yelled Sunflower. Her father dropped her on to the floor.
“Lesion here sweet ervilha I don’t care about what you want your mother just got in a car accident and what you care about is that you want to color! I don’t give a dam if you want to color!” Said her father anger strutting with tears running down his face. He stormed off and muttered something under his breath. “It’s because of you she’s died.” He walked out of the building as Sunflower starred back confused and scared of what just happened. Was she really the reason her mother was now died.
April 21, 2004
Rain dripped down the window. The drips connecting with one another making a game of follow the leader. The once spring dia seemed to all of a sudden get dark and grey. The field she once played in five days atrás was now filled with people in black dress and ties with tears running down there faces. Sunflower didn’t know what was going on but all she new was her mother was not coming início ever.
A lonely skeleton, the body and mind may be dead, but the heart isn't. It won't die until it finds its love.
With this new story, I wanna write a horror story.
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six ano old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter atuação strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the mesa, tabela for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled por something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this sobrenatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six ano old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter atuação strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the mesa, tabela for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled por something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this sobrenatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
