Started when I was 7 years old, not finished yet.

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Not finished, just wanted to know if it sounds good so far? Should I continue or trash it?

Submitted: July 16, 2012

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Abby Fritter grew up on a farm in California. In the country, Abby was home schooled, with her two brothers Max and Peter. The three got along just fine, only the fact that Abby was a girl and they didn't want girls to play with them. Abby always was upset when the left her out of their clubhouse. Abby's mama would always say," Friends will come, their on their way." Abby didn't always understand her mama's quotes, but she knew one thing, that she wanted a friend.
 
Amazingly the Fritter family used to live in the city and used to have fine friends, so sweet they would give you all their money if they adored you. Abby had one true friend, Amanda Crockett. Amanda Crockett was one girl that was a sweet as 1 in 100,000. They went to the same school for less than one year together. Amanda cried all of the tears she had saved for when her lovely family died. Abby cried too. They enjoyed their last sorrow together...or was it the last sorrow?
 
One particular day, while Abby was abandoned from Max and Peter, Abby took a walk. She kept walking and walking and then up ahead a farm. Abby ran wondering if another child lived there. "Hopefully a girl" she thought and kept on running. The old oak door was in front of her eyes as she has ran for quite awhile, she knocked on it. A little girl about Abby's age hid behind the door in an old dress. Her mother, Abby assumed was walking with the laundry passed the door. She noticed Abby standing there. "Sam, don't be shy."Her mother said. The mother put down the laundry on the redwood table. She walked towards Abby and Sam, if that was her name. She smiled at me and said "Hello. We just moved her about a week ago. This is my daughter Samantha, she prefers to be called Sam. Sam? Have you did all of your chores?"
"Yes mother." Sam replied.
"Then why don't you play with this young girl. She looks about your age, you should be friends." The mother replied. "Okay." Sam said, she didn't look that pleased though. Sam's dark brown hair waved in the wind. As she and Abby ran to play.


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