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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 7:24 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 5:03 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 6:36 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 9:22 pm
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~Serenity~![User Image](https://i1173.photobucket.com/albums/r587/AnimeFreak6868/Roses.jpg) Serenity sat in her usually spot, the corner of the ink black iron gate, hidden by some bundled, thornless red roses that had entwined themselves in and out of it. She looked over the yard she sat in. A plain field of grass, some abandoned old toys scattered here and there, and the small orphanage that looked as if it was built yesterday. This was her home. The home she had been in since she was 14. She was now 19. So she had been here for...five years. The other children, all much younger than her, were currently at lunch. She never really got close to them, since they all did or would soon be adopted. Plus, she never really talked much. It wasn't just because she was shy near other people, it was also because she never knew what to say. She never really had any words she had to say. She only spoke when she was spoken to, and always answered truthfully...most of the time. Whenever someone would ask if she was okay, or if she liked something, she would always just nod. What else could she say? It wasn't like she could say she wished she was with her brother, or with people who really loved her. Where would she even find such people? Do people like that really exist? Do people who could love her be real? She knew her brother loved her...but who else could? If it was true, then why was she and her brother beaten everyday of their lives till someone found out about what was going on? She shook her memories out of her head, and glanced through the iron bars. There was a street that cars only drove on at this time, which meant it would be much quieter later, a few cafes, a small grocery store, a bench that had two people on it, and an old clothing store. She turned her head back toward the yard, and laid her head back on the gate. A slight breeze flew some of her long black hair, which matched the gate, through some of the bars. '...The breeze is nice', she thought quietly to herself as she rested her hands in her lap.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 9:34 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 1:06 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 3:33 pm
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