Reviving (Chapter 9)

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Hey y'all! This chapter took me a long time to write, so I hope you enjoy it! BTW 'V' is Zach's nickname for Vanessa, Ben is Zach's brother, and just a reminder Libby is Vanessa's sister. Thank you for all of our amazing followers and keep reading. 4 things really exciting that we really wanted to share with you is...

1.) We are going to try to finish the book this year (2016)

2.) We are going to try to enter it into the Watty's 2016

3.) We are going to try to create a contest based on this book

4.) We are going to try to publish this book through createspace.com/Amazon.com

I know this is sooooo exciting (NOT) but I know that we are excited and we just wanted to share our plan with the people who support us most, our followers/readers. So thank you and enjoy!!

                                   -2dayiFeelLikeWriting

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Zach and I were headed to the hospital for my first round of chemotherapy...

Anyway we were taking Zach's Ford Truck because it was comfier and I got to choose and I chose to ride his truck

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Anyway we were taking Zach's Ford Truck because it was comfier and I got to choose and I chose to ride his truck.


"Libby is meeting us at the hospital, right Vanessa?" Zach asked when we were backing out of the school's parking. 


"Yeah, that's the plan," I answered.

While we were driving to the hospital my favorite song came on,


Once I was seven years old my momma told me

Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely

Once I was seven years old

It was a big big world, but we thought we were bigger

Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker

By eleven smoking herb and drinking burning liquor

Never rich so we were out to make that steady figure

Once I was eleven years old my daddy told me

Go get yourself a wife or you'll be lonely

Once I was eleven years old

I always had that dream like my daddy before me

So I started writing songs, I started writing stories

Something about that glory just always seemed to bore me

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