Mckenly...
"And now lets raise our glass in toast for our award winning writer, McKenly Smith!" The host of the party had announced that Mckenly was going to read an exsert from her book. 'Freedom Rights.' She started writeing the story a few months after her sisters death. She wish she knew what her sister was going through. She wanted to know what was going through her head. Its been 4 years now and Mckenly is now 21. She started a website to raise to have people post their testamony's.
"Hello, My name is Mckenly Smith, 4 years ago today I was a high school student, sitting in class and watching everyone throw their books across the room and write innapropiate things on the desk, walls, chalkboards. When a principal walked into the room and pulled me out. I she told me that my sister was put into urgent care. She died 4 days later.
Seeing her lifelessbody in a casket was making me feel like an emotional wreck. It took a month till I found out that a group of girls pushed her off the stairs causing her complete brain damage leaving her brain dead."
Mckenly took a deep breath, " Lets start the Story."
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Scott Picket..
Scott as a child loved to aid the indgured, he would help them heal by tending to their wounded body. As he grew older he told his mother that he wanted to work on medicine. She told him," Do as you please Scott, always remember do what you love." His smile was wide and full of hope.
His mother became extreamly ill. He was scared. He quickly made a drink that helped heal his mom. Word had gotten out and rumors spreaded that it was "witch craft." His mother was afraid of her child being dead at the age of 15 so she sent him on a ship to america where she heard they gained indepence. This is where his story starts.
October 12, 1780
"Scott, I would need you to clean Alberts wound I don't want my slaves to be cut open while working." His Master Johnson had ordered. Scott without heastation went to clean his gashing wound. Albert had been cut open from his calf to his ankle. " What was it this time Bert?" He asked. Bert looked at him , not speaking. Durning this time in day no slave was to speak to on another. Scott always would rebel against his masters wishes , unless it dealt with using his medical pratatces.
"Hatchet? bobwhire? Saw?" Albert didn't reply.
As the day had ended he walked over to his desk and wrote in his book. He was the only slave that was able to read and write perfectly only because his mother taught him. She would tell him that he would meet many beautiful women. She told him writing would bring a girls hear to melt. Sadly all the girls he loved were back in England. So he wrote to his mother but never saved the letters.
Mother,
Today I stitched Berts wound. He cried as I started to clean it....
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Trisa
Early 1970's
Her mother... wasn't really their for her. Her father was out with the military Airforce. She made some choices that she wish she could go back and change but yet again if she didn't do what she had done her life couldn't be how it was in the future. She was 15 when she had a baby boy she named him Damian. She knew she would raise him as a single parent with a little help from family. Everyday was new for her seeing how she is raising him. No father.
" HEY TRISA !" Yelled her co-worker Becky. She had her hair up in a wired funky fashion. Trisa smiled and walked over to the kitchen and then frowned ," Damian took a boom and its bad." Damian looked at Trisa, He was only three and a terror of a child, Damian smiled at his mom as he said ," Awntie Bweek scared me!" he said. Trisa looked at her child, diper on his head along with ketchup splattered on his face.
Tired, Trisa went to the grocary store. Damian said hi To everybody and wouldn't shut up." What a beautiful baby boy you have." A lady said. Trisa half smiled, " Yeah and a nut case as well. " she looked at lady , she looked around mid 40's and already with grey hair. She had a voice that sounded as she smoked 4 packs a day. " My name is Betzy, I run this store." She said. Trisa looked at Betzy, unsure and confused . In her mind ,' How can she be a .... nevermind... I need to get Damian's dippers... Why does he still take a shit in his underwear. I thought he was potty trained.
As Trisa finished and paid for her grociories she bukeled in and adjusted the mirrior to see in Damian was asleep in his car seat. She glanced for a quick second and then looked back again to see she put the turkey in the car seat ," Wait then that means.."
"DAMIAN!!" She yelled .
" Here momma! " She quickly opened the trunk and put him in the car seat an the turkey in the trunk.
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Skyler's
" Your just as pathetic as you were in middle school." One girl had said.
" Yeah, do you think that anyone would want a pig of a whore as a girlfriend?"
All the thoughts ran through her head. Looked up at the sky one more time as she climbed up the later. The girls wanted to see her. The girls who have made her life misrable for the past 10 years. Tears treaded down her face along with the blood that busted from her forehead. She knew what was to come. She knew this was the end, she felt it .
Getting closer to the edge she sees the light already the gates opening. Then she looked down and saw a fire pit below. When she finely got to the top the girls had baseball bats and a rope. one other girl had a belt with nails coming out from it. A blond girl grabbed Skyler by the hair and threw her to the grown. Skyler looked up as the wacked her in the stomach. They stripped her to where she was left in her bra and underwear burses already forming. The torture wasn't over yet.
They rested a bit as they tied her up for a good few minuets until they used the bet and started ripping her skin so she would bleed. She was still concious, just she was blinded. They cleaned her up and then placed her on the ledge of the building. "This is what you get for messing with the wrong people." The blond girl said and they pushed her off the ledge. She fell flat but now she was dead. Her lifeless body was on the ground.
"Hello? 911? Yes, There is a girl who seems to be dead on the ground she just jumped off the JCPenny's building." crowds started to move around.
A while later They tried to revive her but.. It was to late . She was dead.
The story doesn't end now.
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