Megan Julia Del Rossi
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Grade 10
Not all scars show. Not all wounds heal. Sometimes you cant see the pain someone feels.
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Post by Megan Julia Del Rossi on Sept 16, 2009 22:33:51 GMT -8
Megan had so much going on. And right now, she just felt like she needed a mother figure. Larisa was probably the closest thing that the girl even had to a mother. She walked up to the front door and knocked.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2009 11:32:30 GMT -8
Larisa was making her costume for the competition in England coming up. When she heard the door, she looked up "Mitchie, can you get that?.....Cassy?...Connor?" she sighed "Jenna? JJ?" she frowned. Five kids roamed the house, and not one of them were here. Putting down her things, she went to the door and opened it "Megan. Hi"
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Megan Julia Del Rossi
Home-Schooled
Grade 10
Not all scars show. Not all wounds heal. Sometimes you cant see the pain someone feels.
Posts: 2,454
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Post by Megan Julia Del Rossi on Sept 22, 2009 18:26:28 GMT -8
Megan looked up at Larisa when she'd answered the door. She hadn't even talked to her much lately. "Larisa? Could-could we talk?" she asked, softly, her voice cracking a bit.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2009 11:45:36 GMT -8
Larisa nodded. “Yeah, of course. Come on in.”
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Megan Julia Del Rossi
Home-Schooled
Grade 10
Not all scars show. Not all wounds heal. Sometimes you cant see the pain someone feels.
Posts: 2,454
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Post by Megan Julia Del Rossi on Oct 18, 2009 11:46:34 GMT -8
Megan smiled, sweetly and stepped inside. “I’m sorry to bother you. I just-uhm-I guess I just needed someone to talk to, you know?” she shook her head. “I don’t really have anyone that I can talk to at home.”
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