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~I'm sorry this is so long, please bear with me and muscle through this, I SWEAR it'll be worth it. At least I hope so.~
I need help creating a title, please leave suggestions in the comments below the story ^-^
As I walked through the woods I hummed a tune I hadn't thought about in years. As I hummed to myself I suddenly stopped. It sounded like someone was following me. I quickly but quietly dove behind a tree while catching a little glimpse behind me. I saw a small girl with a red sweater and a headband a few yards behind me. "Hello?" she called out. Taking a deep breath I decided to talk to her in the case she was lost or hurt or needed help. "Hi," I answered as I walked out from my hiding place trying to look casual. "Are you Ms. Taylor?" she asked. "Yep, that's me," I said. "Hello Miss, I've been sent by Mr. Johnson to talk to you about your recent application to our private school," My heart skipped a beat. It was rare that a student from a small town like me would get into something so fancy. The school was a institute for gifted kids, but sometimes they would let in kids who they believed had the knowledge to become gifted. They babied each special skill hoping that each child would become a genius of their gift. "We would like to schedule a meeting with your parents and you about you application at your earliest convenience." she finished. It took me a minute to reply, but when I finally answered her I said, "Please allow me to converse with my parents, is there a number I may call when we decide on a time and date?" She nodded her head and gave me the phone number to call. Before she turned around to walk the other way, I said, "Hey, how did you know where to find me?" She just gave me a sly smile and said, "My gift is technology. There's always a way to find people," and with that, flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked away. When I knew she was out of earshot, and wasn't coming back to spy on me, I jumped up in the air and let out a small scream. I was in. I was getting into the school that I had dreams about almost every night. I knew I wasn't particularly gifted in many ways, so I took it as a blessing from God that I was getting in. I continued my walk, putting a little bounce in each step, but when I approached my house, I let my smile slip away and I tried to look discouraged. I couldn't let my parents know something like this happened to me. They didn't believe in good luck and they didn't think I was special at all. I applied to the school without their consent, knowing that if they found about any of this I would be in the worse trouble ever. For twelve years, ever since I was four, I dreamed about leaving this place. I didn't want to be with these people anymore and I couldn't wait to get out. When we were around people for social gatherings and anything that's out in public, they acted very supporting and encouraging, but when we were at home, and alone, everything went horrible. They started to cut me down about the things people would say about me and they occasionally would hit me.
TO BE CONTINUED
I PROMISE I WON'T FORGET THIS TIME.
at least i think so
I need help creating a title, please leave suggestions in the comments below the story ^-^
As I walked through the woods I hummed a tune I hadn't thought about in years. As I hummed to myself I suddenly stopped. It sounded like someone was following me. I quickly but quietly dove behind a tree while catching a little glimpse behind me. I saw a small girl with a red sweater and a headband a few yards behind me. "Hello?" she called out. Taking a deep breath I decided to talk to her in the case she was lost or hurt or needed help. "Hi," I answered as I walked out from my hiding place trying to look casual. "Are you Ms. Taylor?" she asked. "Yep, that's me," I said. "Hello Miss, I've been sent by Mr. Johnson to talk to you about your recent application to our private school," My heart skipped a beat. It was rare that a student from a small town like me would get into something so fancy. The school was a institute for gifted kids, but sometimes they would let in kids who they believed had the knowledge to become gifted. They babied each special skill hoping that each child would become a genius of their gift. "We would like to schedule a meeting with your parents and you about you application at your earliest convenience." she finished. It took me a minute to reply, but when I finally answered her I said, "Please allow me to converse with my parents, is there a number I may call when we decide on a time and date?" She nodded her head and gave me the phone number to call. Before she turned around to walk the other way, I said, "Hey, how did you know where to find me?" She just gave me a sly smile and said, "My gift is technology. There's always a way to find people," and with that, flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked away. When I knew she was out of earshot, and wasn't coming back to spy on me, I jumped up in the air and let out a small scream. I was in. I was getting into the school that I had dreams about almost every night. I knew I wasn't particularly gifted in many ways, so I took it as a blessing from God that I was getting in. I continued my walk, putting a little bounce in each step, but when I approached my house, I let my smile slip away and I tried to look discouraged. I couldn't let my parents know something like this happened to me. They didn't believe in good luck and they didn't think I was special at all. I applied to the school without their consent, knowing that if they found about any of this I would be in the worse trouble ever. For twelve years, ever since I was four, I dreamed about leaving this place. I didn't want to be with these people anymore and I couldn't wait to get out. When we were around people for social gatherings and anything that's out in public, they acted very supporting and encouraging, but when we were at home, and alone, everything went horrible. They started to cut me down about the things people would say about me and they occasionally would hit me.
TO BE CONTINUED
I PROMISE I WON'T FORGET THIS TIME.
at least i think so
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