Down Memory Lane.

Bantu fw yaa, TIA!

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There was a young girl and her name was Genevra. All she would dream of was being a Fairy. She would come home with tears down her face. Thinking of the words said made her heart pace. Writing and drawing in her small book. One day she as was there jumping towards the sky. She looked to her feet to behold a rare sight. A small frail fairy starring up at her in fright. Up to her room where it could freely roam. As the days went on the fairy grew sad. Because of that Genevra became mad. One day the fairy had asked to go. Genevra was so mad that she roared out a ‘NO’. The fairy’s heart hurt. For Gen had begun to treat it like dirt. Gen accepted without a clue. But before the time came she already knew. Before she had left she locked the fairy up.

Loudly the fairy screamed out for mercy. Calmly Gen said ‘‘You should have loved me” Beth covered her ears as the fairy began to shout. She grinned at the cup with no hint of remorse. She soon became crazy and also was bitter. She then gave up with keeping up with her lie. And quickly decided it was her turn to die. She wrote a short letter for all those who cared. The finale few lines spoke of her fears. But only the last two were covered in tears. I am a young girl and my name is Genevra. As I grew up I dreamed of being a fairy. People would laugh and break my joy. They didn’t realize that I wasn’t a toy. My dream soon came true in a sick twisted way. That fairies aren’t real to those who don’t see. My heart and soul is now one for the picking. I guess it is time to reveal all kept hidden. Because I am a young girl and my name is Genevra.

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