http://slow.writerscafe.org/Stormella The original writings of author Shelbeh-Saur-Rawr-Ness en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776151970 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Waking up that morning was probably the hardest thing, I had ever had to do. The nightmares of the night still running around my head. Everything wrong about life, packed inside my brain. This was a sad time, and everyone, everything seemed to know, Little did i know, they day would get worse. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stormella/807383/ What happens to Scarlet when her best friend Gracie is killed in a accident. 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