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Something for DEG.... by ~egyptianpanda
DEG- Encounters "Hey, Keisha!" I shouted at a girl 3 aisles from me. I was on a ladder, taking books from one section of the non-fiction section of a library down and placing them on a cart.DEG- Encounters by ~egyptianpanda
"We're in a library, there's no yelling!" she replied, also on a ladder.
"Sorry, but the exhibit's going to be here in a few days. Do you have the article on ice cream?"
"No. Armando has it, I think. I'm not sure why, his part of the exhibit is the British."
"Just wondering. I need that article for mine."
I woke up from a restful sleep, despite the moving train. Apparently, we had made another stop during the night. Glancing at the bed beside me, I noticed that
DEG- The First Evening"Mommy, why are my eyes different from everyone else's?"DEG- The First Evening by ~egyptianpanda
"You're special, sweetie."
"B-But Jeremy from school said that they were weird. He called me a freak."
"He's just jealous because they're so pretty."
"Really?"
"Mhm. And besides, after tomorrow you'll never see him again."
"Why's that?"
"He and his parents are moving to another state."
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"Hey, Dolley."
Something was shaking me. I opened my eyes and saw that I was sitting in the window seat on the train. Just then, I became aware that the train was moving, and looking out the window
Before DEG- DolleyIt was raining. I found myself on a street bench in front of a clothing store holding a red cell phone.Before DEG- Dolley by ~egyptianpanda
Wait...who am I?
I immediately looked at my appearance using the store window. My eyes were ravenous, looking for something to remind me of my identity. From my reflection, I discovered that I had straight, shoulder length brown hair and purple eyes. I was unsure of my age, but I was anywhere from my late teens to early twenties. My petite hourglass figure was dressed in a black trench coat, black nylons, and black knee-high, lace up boots. Under my trench coat, I was wearing a spaghetti-strapped, knee-length white dress. I suddenly becam
Apple Slice Breakfast was actually nice. It had been too long since I had real butter on my toast, and too long since I didn't have to measure the jelly I spread on it for fear that we would run out. Dolley was actually a nice addition to breakfast. Although we were quiet, barely speaking more than a few syllables, it was still nice to have company. I never realized how alone I truly was until I stepped onto this train. I found that no one, not Dolley or Xan who I've come to remember by his cabbage like hair, looked at me as the people where I used to live did. They didn't sneer in disgust or look on in hatred as I passed by; many didn't even takeApple Slice by *LittleRedMoon
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