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2015-08-10
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2015-10-08
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(Untitled For Now)

Summary:

Richelle Lynn, a 13 year old, has been living in an institute for half her life because of a childhood friend that may or may not have existed. When she finally has a slight chance at a normal highschool life, her past barges into her present. When asked to choose between someone who meant the world to you but left and someone who you just met but might have changed your world; who would you choose?

Chapter 1: Prologue

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When I was a kid, I had a friend. A very special friend.

We were always together and I didn't have to worry about anyone stealing him away from me because he was someone only I can see.

He's wherever I am and does what ever I do.

Mommy and Daddy says he doesn't exist. I don't believe them.

One day, Mommy said l had to leave her and Daddy for a while.

They left me at a camp and said that I could go home soon.

The lady at the camp brought me to a room and said she would come get me soon. I heard the door lock.

The room didn't have much so I talked to my friend.

As more and more days passed by, I began to lose my perception of time. Months, maybe years, went and gone.

The only thing that kept me from going insane was my friend. He always shows up when I call for him each day. But eventually, he stopped coming and everything was silent.

Silence.

Silence.

Sometimes I wish I could go to sleep and never wake up.

Silence.

Silence.

Silencesilencesilencesilencesilencesilencesilence.

Click.

The door swung open.

The mean lady came and got me. It didn't feel very soon.

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I was let out of the room and brought to another part of the camp. The lady introduced me to Lauren, one of the camp's many instructors. Lauren, then introduced me to one of the camp's many groups.

The lady told me I was going to have fun with all the kids here.

As I looked around, I felt very out of place. Most of the kids were either stabbing their desks with their pencils or scribbling in their notebooks. That is, if they weren't busy drooling all over the desks.

I ask when Mommy and Daddy were going to come and get me.

The lady said very soon.

It wasn't until I was 8 that I realized that the camp was a mental institute for kids.

It wasn't until I was 10 that I befriended someone who was at least slightly normal. She eventually left.

It wasn't until I was 13 that I finally saw my parents again. Didn't feel very soon.