ItchyFingers Fictional Stories
CHAPTER TWO
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I had gone through hell trying to survive , by eight years old, sleeping under the bridge, eating from the dustbin , I had become an expert in stealing from unsuspecting passerbys, I had learnt to lie without being caught, I had become used to the hard life that I didn't flinch when I was pointed a gun.
Earlier After The Abruptly Ended Dinner...
CHAPTER THREE
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Annalise heard the knock on her door the third time, she frowns.
''Annalisa?''
She rolls her eyes and turns away from the door while she laid on her bed and backs it.
''Annalisa! Would you open the door please'' her mother's voice came from behind the closed door.
''Mother, i want to be alone''
''Anna, oh don't be a child. Open your door or i would have the guards kick it it!''
Annalise scoffs ''No you wouldn't Mother. I really want to be alone''
''I want to talk to you''