Leslie Blackwell Leslie Blackwell
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without hesitating a moment - try without hesitation

Leslie Blackwell Leslie Blackwell
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Her eyes slowly focused on a girl nearby, who appeared to be also masking her own feeling thoughts... (just a suggestion)

Leslie Blackwell Leslie Blackwell
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Snapping out (or a similar term of your choice) of her trance (dazed status)she gave a strangled cry, releasing the pain from within her heart.

Leslie Blackwell Leslie Blackwell
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Bit by bit she opened up, her hesitant voice whispering at first then gradually increasing in volume as she found confidence...

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She had a friend.


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Once there was a little girl who lived with her single mother whom she constantly
had fights with. One day after a big fight she felt so frightened and scared that she fled to a nearby creek. She stopped for a moment and spotted a rock overlooking the creek. So she sat and without hesitating a moment she broke into tears. She slowly lowered her head into her knees so she could conceal her tears from others. She felt an odd feeling she could not quite place so she lifted her head and wiped her tearstained eyes on her old ragged sweater. 1 comment


She sat dazed for a moment as she saw a girl who looked as if she also masked her own feelings and thoughts by the expression of her face. She suddenly started crying again because typically she had nobody to talk to or have someone come toward her to talk to, or most of all, listen to her. She felt a comforting feeling of wanting to unleash the feelings and emotions she had carefully hidden away from the people she loved because she worried about them not understanding. 1 comment


Hesitant to admit her feelings, she let out a strangled cry of anguish to help release
the pain within her heart. As she started off whispering her pain, she realized that she felt much better about talking about this to her newly discovered friend. The best part for her was that she felt was her friend didn't stop to judge or say anything mean to her; she just sat there listening to her. She talked for so long she did not notice the sun was already three quarters down. She finally noticed and she stifled a gasp at how fast the time went by. She jumped up, said quickly to her friend, "I promise I will come again and we will meet again." She ran off in a brisk jog without turning around to say goodbye to her new-found friend. 2 comments


When she got home she noticed her mom was nowhere in sight so she quietly went to her room and went on her bed and instantly fell into a well-needed sleep. She woke up with a start and remembered the day before and its events. She turned to face her clock and she was surprised to see it was already 11:30 in the morning. She quietly went to the front door and as she opened the door her mother appeared. Without stopping to say anything to her mother, she left to go back to the creek. 1 comment


She found the stone she sat on the day before, and once again she felt a calming aura around herself. She sat down and noticed that her new friend was there. She found a happiness within her heart that she had not felt for a very long time. She started talking again and opened her heart once more. After she felt like everything was told, she was about to reach out and give her friend a hug when she noticed something that made her pause in awe. She looked into the creek and saw that her new friend was her very own reflection!


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