Kindle 's dying trying best began now...

"What about me? Mrs. George? Will I survive alternative school?" My sixth grade self asked my ISS teacher.
"Yes. Cause you have A strong will." She said. I smileed and the others started asking her the same thing.
*End*

"Here stay in the library. And you serve silent lunch for a week."

"Y-yes sir..." I sobbed at my 7th grade teacher.

*End of flashbacks*

I jumped out the car.

"Hey Dottie are you ok?" Sydney asked as we walked into my house.

"Yeah..." We walked into the house.

{start song now}

Once I was seven years old, my mama told meGo make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely.Once I was seven years old.It was a big big world, but we thought we were bigger.Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker.By eleven smoking herb and drinking burning liquorNever rich so we were out to make that steady figureOnce I was eleven years old, my daddy told meGo get yourself a wife or you'll be lonely.Once I was eleven years old.I always had that dream like my daddy before meSo I started writing songs, I started writing storiesSomething about the glory, just always seemed to bore meCause only those I really love will ever really know meOnce I was twenty years old, my story got toldBefore the morning sun, when life was lonely.Once I was twenty years old.I only see my goals, I don't believe in failure.Cause I know the smallest voices, they can make it major.I got my boys with me atleast those in favorAnd if we don't meet before I leave, I hope I'll see you later.Once I was 20 years old, my story got toldI was writing about everything, I saw before meOnce I was 20 years old.Soon we'll be 30 years old, our songs have been soldWe've traveled around the world and we're still roaming.Soon we'll be 30 years old.I'm still learning about lifeMy woman brought children for meSo I can sing them all my songsAnd I can tell them storiesmost of my boys are with meSome are still out seeking gloryAnd some I had to leave behindMy brother I'm still sorrySoon I'll be 60 years old, my daddy got 61Remember life and then your life becomes a better oneI made the man so happy when I wrote a letter onceI hope my children come and visit, once or twice a monthSoon I'll be 60 years old, will I think the world is coldOr will I have a lot of children who can bore meSoon I'll be 60 years oldSoon I'll be 60 years old, will I think the world is coldOr will I have a lot of children who can bore meSoon I'll be 60 years oldOnce I was seven years old, my mama told meGo make yourself some friends or you'll be lonelyOnce I was seven years oldOnce I was seven years old

"Dottie?"
"Yeah Sydney?"
"Remember when you started writing books in eight grade?"
"How could. i forget? I wrote because... Well never mind. I made some great stories. When Adam Adopted me we got all my notebooks with them all in it. I read th-"
"Why did you start writing?"
"Because... I-I"
"Was it because you were.depressed? Or afraid?"
"Maybe..."
"You should've.talked to me or Emily!"
"I did! I showed Emily when I started cutting!"
"You... You cut before the o-orphanage...."
"Yeah... I was a worthless price of fat SHIT! I couldn't do anything right!"
"Uh... guys?" Emily said.
"No you weren't!"
"Yes I was! When I was twelve I weighted over two-hundred pounds!"
"Uh... guys?!"
"What!?" We turned to her. She pointed behind us. I look and see Adam.
"You weren't the only one..." He said.
"No Adam... I didn't mean it like that..."
"I'm sorry I couldn't help you..." He ran out into the woods.
"Adam wait!" I ran after him.
He ran till he was in front of a tent.
"Ok mom... I'm going to take a shower in the stream... I'll be right back." There's no way two people are in that tent
A girl with long brown hair came out with a sponge.
"Ah... You scared me... who are you?"
"I'm Dottie... and that's Adam. Say why are you taking a bath in the stream... Why don't you go home to.take one?"
"Well... this is my home."
"What's your name?" Adam asked.
"Oh... I'm Tahru. Tahru huruka!"
"What don't you come with us? You can stay with us."
"Are you sure? I don't wanna be a burden."
"No not at all."
Adam grabbed her hand and dragged her off. I turn back.to the tent and see two guys there. One of them had orange hair. He was tall and had orange eyes two. The other one had silver hair and purple eyes. He had such a kind face. He was holding a picture if a Girl. She was an older women. With light brown hair. Her eyes were closed and she was making a peace sign. He handed it to me and I took it confused.
"Are you friends of hers?"
"Not anymore. She doesn't remember us." My hair started to glow again.
"Uh... a excuse me but what's with the hair?" The Orange head asked.
"It hasn't glowed in years. Probably because no one magical has been around . What are your names and why are you giving methis picture?"
"Because... this is her mother. She died but she has t :-) is picture've to remember and talk to. Oh and I'm Yuki."
He looked over at the Orange head.

."What?!"
Yuki looked within angrier.
"Fine. My name's Kyo... that's all you need to know. I ain't getting close to.no girl again. I dontwant the same thing to happen." His expression saddened.
"Please take care of her. Cause we certainly cannot..."
"Why?" My hair was still glowing. I stepped towards them and tripped. I fell onto them. But they disappeared. I looked down and saw...

There you go that up there is one thousand words. Thumbs up if you got the reference. Anyway I'm Dottie and I'll see you Polka Dots later and remember Always Turn Left