i was born nothing special happends until i turns 11 it was hes birtday my dad and mother go at the morning ( at 5 am ) in the forest to walk and talk while me was sleeping but i didnt know that until at 6 pm a group of peopal knock at the door and tell me that my father get murdered by a rober with a wooden log i got very sad and cry a lot i dosent wana realize that my parents are dead. i lived by the group of peopel they was realy nice but i was still sad and dont talk much until i was 18 i moved in a hous near of a mounten i dont talk a lot and dont like to duel with peopel
* i dont smile back * " hello i am here to met a old friend * slow and sad voice * think: why was he so nice to me... " hafe a nice day i need to go ... " * walks away slowley *
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