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Normal girls. what would you call normal girls?
someone who is what you want to see, blonde golden locks, bright blue eyes, someone who behaves themselfs and acts exactly what you want them to act like?
well not me, I am someone with a wild imagination, which can get me into alot of trobble...
this story is about where my curiousity took me and how it got me into alot of trobble.

It was a dark night, thunder and lightning riping through the clouds above, Rain drumming down from the sky and hitting the solid cold ground below.
The wind groaning while brutaly destroying things in its path.
On a night like this you would love to stay in and curl up under your blankets, nice and warm, in the comfot of your home...
but not me.

My name Amala, My age 14.
It was 66AD fear of werewolf's and witchcraft stalked the towns and villages.
People were terified, parents kept their children locked safely in their homes. For me well I have not parentsto care for me. My mother died when I was born, My farther.... brutely murdered, i was about seven then, since then ive been on my own, wandering the streets of paris de sha.
The night of my farthers murder is one I'll never forget. We was at home in frount of the walm fire, we heard sounds, angery nosies. My father hid me away, we had a hidding place under our floor boards which we covered up with a old rug.
Ater he hid me, I heard the sounds getting closer. I heard the creaking door opened fast with a bang,gun shts fired, screeming of many people. horifing sounds.
I was confused, so much happening, diffrent thoughts going through me head "Am I going to be found and killed?, whats going to happen to me?" brething very deeply. THEN, I heard my father roar with pain, I felt the tears running down my face, i wanted to scream out "FATHER!" but i knew if I did that I would be caught. Suddenly i heard giant foot steps running which sounded like to the back door.
Doors slamming everywhere. "there he goes!" I heard a man shout out. BANG!!!! the load deffining sound of gunfire.... all went silant.
I stayed in my dark damp hidding place for what seemed like weeks. I was starving, though I did have a small storage of food and water hidden with me. I though to myself it was time to leave, and serch for more food. When I got out, I looked around, it wasn't the same, our furniture was gone nothink left.
Since then ive been eating scraps and hunting for food, on a good night I catch a fat, silvery brown hare, though i dont have anythink to cook it with, so i just sink my teeth into it and rip out its insides. After a while you get used to this.
Though I still feel angry, for what those people did to my father, those many years ago.
FOR THAT I WANT REVENGE......

Description
Normal girls. what would you call normal girls?
someone who is what you want to see, blonde golden locks, bright blue eyes, someone who behaves themselfs and acts exactly what you want them to act like?
well not me, I am someone with a wild imagination, which can get me into alot of trobble...
this story is about where my curiousity took me and how it got me into alot of trobble.

It was a dark night, thunder and lightning riping through the clouds above, Rain drumming down from the sky and hitting the solid cold ground below.
The wind groaning while brutaly destroying things in its path.
On a night like this you would love to stay in and curl up under your blankets, nice and warm, in the comfot of your home...
but not me.

My name Amala, My age 14.
It was 66AD fear of werewolf's and witchcraft stalked the towns and villages.
People were terified, parents kept their children locked safely in their homes. For me well I have not parentsto care for me. My mother died when I was born, My farther.... brutely murdered, i was about seven then, since then ive been on my own, wandering the streets of paris de sha.
The night of my farthers murder is one I'll never forget. We was at home in frount of the walm fire, we heard sounds, angery nosies. My father hid me away, we had a hidding place under our floor boards which we covered up with a old rug.
Ater he hid me, I heard the sounds getting closer. I heard the creaking door opened fast with a bang,gun shts fired, screeming of many people. horifing sounds.
I was confused, so much happening, diffrent thoughts going through me head "Am I going to be found and killed?, whats going to happen to me?" brething very deeply. THEN, I heard my father roar with pain, I felt the tears running down my face, i wanted to scream out "FATHER!" but i knew if I did that I would be caught. Suddenly i heard giant foot steps running which sounded like to the back door.
Doors slamming everywhere. "there he goes!" I heard a man shout out. BANG!!!! the load deffining sound of gunfire.... all went silant.
I stayed in my dark damp hidding place for what seemed like weeks. I was starving, though I did have a small storage of food and water hidden with me. I though to myself it was time to leave, and serch for more food. When I got out, I looked around, it wasn't the same, our furniture was gone nothink left.
Since then ive been eating scraps and hunting for food, on a good night I catch a fat, silvery brown hare, though i dont have anythink to cook it with, so i just sink my teeth into it and rip out its insides. After a while you get used to this.
Though I still feel angry, for what those people did to my father, those many years ago.
FOR THAT I WANT REVENGE......