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Help[Opinions] Re: twin name for india,
in reply to a message by Kerilyntaryn21
right i gotta add sierra leone OOOMMMMGGG LOOOOVVEEE ITTTT
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i might need lots of paper my favs so far r tibby, libya/lib/libby, aisa and sierra leone wait ima post my storie on here :)
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The airport part 2
As Bianca slid off the dark slab of oak wood and dropped it next to her, a small slip of paper fell into her shivering hands. The paper seemed as if it was from thirty odd years ago; the corners where slowly growing a mustard yellow colour where a paper clip clasped a note and three pictures. The first picture was of two people at the age of thirteen with a 15-year-old, all smiling at the camera happily; it also had a caption that said, “summer, 1993 - Miriam, maria and dev - maria and Miriam’s 13th birthday”. The second picture was of a girl and a boy that were 21 and 23 years old that looked like they were crying. This caption said, “Winter, 2002 - maria and dev - Miriam’s funeral”. The last picture was one of just the boy standing in a cemetery. The caption said, “autumn, 2002 – Dev - Maria’s funeral”. Bianca gazed at the notes and read “Miriam and maria were my sisters, they were murderer by a gang in cold blood, in the same year by the same gang, I am the only survivor in our family. I am dev Perez older brother of Miriam and maria Perez, a gang killed them. Miriam was first on the 3rd of February then maria on the 21st of November”. Bianca stuffed the notes and pictures into her pocket and scurried up the small, cobbled staircase that led into the family home. Bianca had so many questions whistling in her head. Later that day, Bianca was lying in bed staring at the picture in a daze, she traced the face of the girls with her scarred finger tips, her older brother alexander peeked in and spotted the mouldy picture, he picked up the paper and glanced at Bianca then Miriam in alexander’s head was a machina at work, processing the information, finally he blurted “ this Miriam girl looks like you a lot, you’ve got the same hair, nose and eyes.” “You look like the boy to, alexander.”
Later that month
School was starting to open as Bianca ran down the uneven road skipping over puddles. She saw her friend Sita and pounded over to her tripping on a foot, Sita sprinted over to Bianca and helped her up of the cracked cobbles.
As Bianca slid off the dark slab of oak wood and dropped it next to her, a small slip of paper fell into her shivering hands. The paper seemed as if it was from thirty odd years ago; the corners where slowly growing a mustard yellow colour where a paper clip clasped a note and three pictures. The first picture was of two people at the age of thirteen with a 15-year-old, all smiling at the camera happily; it also had a caption that said, “summer, 1993 - Miriam, maria and dev - maria and Miriam’s 13th birthday”. The second picture was of a girl and a boy that were 21 and 23 years old that looked like they were crying. This caption said, “Winter, 2002 - maria and dev - Miriam’s funeral”. The last picture was one of just the boy standing in a cemetery. The caption said, “autumn, 2002 – Dev - Maria’s funeral”. Bianca gazed at the notes and read “Miriam and maria were my sisters, they were murderer by a gang in cold blood, in the same year by the same gang, I am the only survivor in our family. I am dev Perez older brother of Miriam and maria Perez, a gang killed them. Miriam was first on the 3rd of February then maria on the 21st of November”. Bianca stuffed the notes and pictures into her pocket and scurried up the small, cobbled staircase that led into the family home. Bianca had so many questions whistling in her head. Later that day, Bianca was lying in bed staring at the picture in a daze, she traced the face of the girls with her scarred finger tips, her older brother alexander peeked in and spotted the mouldy picture, he picked up the paper and glanced at Bianca then Miriam in alexander’s head was a machina at work, processing the information, finally he blurted “ this Miriam girl looks like you a lot, you’ve got the same hair, nose and eyes.” “You look like the boy to, alexander.”
Later that month
School was starting to open as Bianca ran down the uneven road skipping over puddles. She saw her friend Sita and pounded over to her tripping on a foot, Sita sprinted over to Bianca and helped her up of the cracked cobbles.
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its pretty long
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