http://slow.writerscafe.org/Writergirle101 The original writings of author WriterGirl101 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776120536 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 “Xander wake up! Come on! Mommy says we gotta get tothe airport soon,” Xander’s younger sister calls through the closed door. Hesits up in bed and lightly rotates his shoulders and neck. *thump**thump**thump* “Xander, wake up,” Agnes hisses again in a tinyvoi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writergirle101/1848139/ Chapter One: The New FamilyDunsmuir, California; 2017                Xander storms through the front door of his home andup to his room, not acknowledging his family. 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My legs are asleep but other than that I canmove well enough... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writergirle101/1833587/ WARNING: small details of rape Also the song here is called "The Real You" by Three Days Grace if you want to check it out! :) I just kinda thought it fit the theme... maybe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writergirle101/1824841/ Yesterdaythe girl had a confrontation with her family. Someone discovered she was self-harmingand turned her in. Her parents found out. She was scared, because she knew whatwas coming. Her parents screamed at her. They said she was seeking attention;that she didn’t mean any of it. When.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writergirle101/1821231/ An angel named Ariella is determined to change her father's mind about certain things and it backfires, causing her to fall. 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Jared has been found behind the school,bloody and bruised, and has been rushed to the hospital. At first I considergoing straight to Jerome and kicking his a*s, but I calm my nerves and thinklogically. If Jared is awake, I need to be there for hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writergirle101/1805462/ Theweekend went by slowly; Becca came over once, and Caine spent most of the timeover. We’d watch movies, talk, or just lounge around. We’d kiss a little, butnothing above pg rating. Caine has been extremely careful with me since Fridaymorning, and although it’s kind of an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writergirle101/1801850/ For thenext couple of hours Caine and I sit quietly in one another’s arms before myphone buzzes insistently. I got a text from Rebecca and ten missed calls; aboutseven from mum and three from Becca. It’s almost eight am on a school day,class starts at ten...s**t. 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A hand was pressed to my cheek. “Rose, Rose wake up.” The voice said. Itsounded so very far away. But slowly I began coming back to my senses. Openingmy eyes I saw Perry above my face, looking down worriedly at me. I sm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writergirle101/1650652/ Death’s handwas still outstretched, waiting for me to take it. I continued staring at it,still scared for my life. Eventually, he put it down, and turned. “Follow me.”He commanded in my head, in his quiet, deathly voice. He turned, and sort ofglided away. So, on shaking le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writergirle101/1649900/ The girl was a schoolmate from Emily's school. Her name was Claire. I’ve known her to spend time withour daughter from time to time and she’s even come over to the house once ortwice. I stood by the switch, completely stunned and un-moving. 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Mom wasstanding over me with a water glass in her hand. A man, a doctor, was standingover me, examining my eyes. I looked up at him, and he smiled. “She seems to beawake.” The man acknowledged.       &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writergirle101/1593656/ I woke up later with a slight tap at my door. Ashley pokedher head in. “You doing okay?” She asked me. I nodded. “Mom said you didn’t have to go to the funeral if you didn’t want to.” Shecontinued. I nodded again“I’ll go. It’ll be fine.&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writergirle101/1576560/ After the body hit, footsteps began walking around throughthe house. My heart dropped instantly. It was the strange man whom won. Weheard shuffling footsteps, hands going through our stuff, and opening andclosing our doors. He came close to our cellar door and we held our breath,waiting. It .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Writergirle101/1575788/ I fell into sleep, the same way I always do. 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