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You think you know me. You don’t. You know nothing about me. You think you can trust me. You probably can’t. I’m the sun, I’m the stars, I’m the moon. I’m the air, I’m the land, I’m the sea. I’m everything around you, but yet, I’m nothing. Can you find me? …Didn’t think so. I could be your best friend. I could be your worst enemy.
Enough about me. Let’s talk about you. Who you are. What your hopes and dreams are. Where you want to be in 10 years. 20 years. 100 years. Who your parents were. What you stand for. Too many questions? Too bad.
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I’m walking down a dark, empty street. Don’t know where I’m going. Don’t really care. I’m kind of looking for something, but mostly not. If I really wanted to find whatever I’m looking for, I’d find it when I see it. ...I’m hungry. I look around for any restaurants, but this part of town is pretty desolate. “Argh!” I exclaim to myself. Obviously, nobody’s around to hear me. I start jogging towards what I think is to the North, tripping and stumbling over unidentifiable objects along the way.
“Hey, where d’ya think you’re goin’?” An angry voice calls from somewhere in the shadows.
“Somewhere you aren't.” I retort. I keep walking, ignoring the calls from the stranger I had just encountered. I have to find some food. And soon.
I round the corner, and, to my great relief, a diner was just a couple feet away. I sprint the rest of the way, and burst into the door. “Food. Now.” I command as I sit down in a booth. “I don’t care what kind. Just give me some.”
“All right, missy…” The waiter says, and smirks slightly.
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So, I’m guessing you want to know about me? Fine. I’ll talk. For a small while. I have straight, brown hair. Down to the middle of my back. The kind of hair you gotta move out of the way to sit down. My eyes are black. Or a dark enough brown. I usually wear a dark-colored shirt, with a sweatshirt over it, and a pair of jeans. Tight fitting. Trying to show off what I don’t have. I wear a necklace, and a ring. That’s all I’m going to tell you about me for now…
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The waiter calls to the chef to bring out some food, pronto.  “Anything, she says!” He turns to me. “I sure hope you’re a paying customer… otherwise, we have security.”
“Well, you’re lucky I will pay, because I could take down your security in two seconds flat.”
The waiter coughs fakely, and goes to help the customer that just walked in. I look around me, tapping my feet to unheard music. The waiter comes back with some food, and leaves me alone to eat. I finish, leave the money and a very small tip on the table, and walk out. I’m alone now. I don’t know where to go, and it’s getting dark outside. “Do I go to some motel, or what…?” I ask myself. I decide on the motel idea, so I can get some rest, because suddenly, I’m tired. I walk back into the diner and ask for directions.
“Just go a little further North. You’ll find at least one along the road. The closest one’s about a mile or so down the road. Think you can manage?”
“I don’t exactly have a means of transportation other than my own two feet… No bike, no car, nothin’.”
“I guess I might be able to drive you then… you’d have to pay though!”
“Uhm, no. I’m not paying for common courtesy. No way.” I wave him off, and start out the door.
“Fine, fine. I’ll drive you. Free of charge.”
“That’s so nice of you! Thanks!” I say, sarcastically. I follow him to his car, and get in. We drive Northwards and pass a couple gas stations, but not much else. We pass by a motel, and I tell him to stop.
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I’m guessing you want to know my name. Well… if you really want to know it, it’s Christie. But just try guessing my last name. Are you sure I have one? Think again. And then think again. And mull over it for hours. Then, ask me about it after your brain has turned to mush because of your constant usage of it.
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I step out of the car, grab my bag from the back seat, and stalk into the motel without saying goodbye. I check into the motel, grab my room key, and go straight to my room. Once there, I place a collect call to my mom. The phone rings once, twice, three times. I wait and tap my foot impatiently. I let it ring twenty times, then hung up the phone. “I wonder…” I think out loud. I lay down on the bed, and, as the phrase goes, I fell asleep the instant my head hit the pillow.
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So, your brain turned to mush? All right, my last name is Johnson. Pretty generic, isn't it? I know, I know. Just... don't comment. But I'm never giving up my middle name. ...What was that? Oh, my parents? None. Deceased. Dead. “Brothers?” You ask? “Sisters?” You ask? None. Same thing as my parents.

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I wake up, instantly alert. It's still dark outside. Something or someone has woken me up, and I am not happy about that. “Who's there? You better show yourself, and fast, before I hunt you down myself.” I threaten in my most menacing tone. A small figure slowly walks out of the shadows, hands up like there's a gun in his or her face. I quick flip on a lamp, and wince as the sudden light blinds me. When my eyes finally adjust, I blush with embarrassment. In front of me is a small girl, dressed in rags. Her hair is so caked in dirt and mud, I can't tell what color it is. Then, I notice she's whimpering and shivering in fear. “It's okay. Come here. I won't hurt you. It's okay. It's safe.” I hold my arms out towards her.

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Fine, fine. I'll tell you what happened to them. Just, stop bothering me, okay? It's really starting to tick me off. Someone burnt down our house. I wasn't home. I had snuck out of the house, to hang out with my best friend. I go home, the house is ablaze, and firefighters are dragging out my family's carcasses. No duh, I felt guilty. I would have died too, or saved at least one of them, but no. I just had to sneak out that night.

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She walks towards me, slowly, and I can tell she's afraid of me. “That's it, that's a good girl, come on, I won't bite.” I was going to originally say “I won't bite – hard.” but she looked so scared, so... pitiful, that I didn't want to scare her further. She reached my arms, and instinctively, I hugged her. She started crying, so I just held her. When her tears died down, I asked her for her name, age, address, and if her parents knew where she was. She just lifted her head and looked at me. “You know, your name. What people call you. How old you are. Where you live. Do you know what I mean?” She shook her head from side to side. No.

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I inherited some money from my parents. Not much. I'm living on the streets and in motels, if you were wondering. I get any money from odd jobs around where I'm staying at the moment. I travel on foot most of the time, unless I can do what I did to the waiter, and sucker them into driving me around for a while.

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Trying to talk to her was getting pretty frustrating. How could she not understand me?!? I was being as clear as I could, and she still didn't get it?! I guess I was wearing my anger like a mask, because the little girl started whimpering again. “I'm sorry… I didn't mean to scare you. Can you talk at all?” I hope she can, otherwise, I might accidentally do something I'll regret.
“Y—yeah.” She attempts a small smile, but it's not that convincing.
“Do you really not know where you live, or do you live on the streets?” Like me, I wanted to add.
“The streets, I guess. Me and my mom—er, my mom and I, wander around.”

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You're probably wondering why I haven't offed myself. Well, think about it. I'm the only one who remembers them anymore. If I go, it would be like my family and I never existed. Wouldn't you stay alive, if that meant keeping the memory of your family alive?

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You think you know me. You don’t. You know nothing about me. You think you can trust me. You probably can’t. I’m the sun, I’m the stars, I’m the moon. I’m the air, I’m the land, I’m the sea. I’m everything around you, but yet, I’m nothing. Can you find me? …Didn’t think so. I could be your best friend. I could be your worst enemy.
Enough about me. Let’s talk about you. Who you are. What your hopes and dreams are. Where you want to be in 10 years. 20 years. 100 years. Who your parents were. What you stand for. Too many questions? Too bad.
                                                     ~.~.~.~.~.~
I’m walking down a dark, empty street. Don’t know where I’m going. Don’t really care. I’m kind of looking for something, but mostly not. If I really wanted to find whatever I’m looking for, I’d find it when I see it. ...I’m hungry. I look around for any restaurants, but this part of town is pretty desolate. “Argh!” I exclaim to myself. Obviously, nobody’s around to hear me. I start jogging towards what I think is to the North, tripping and stumbling over unidentifiable objects along the way.
“Hey, where d’ya think you’re goin’?” An angry voice calls from somewhere in the shadows.
“Somewhere you aren't.” I retort. I keep walking, ignoring the calls from the stranger I had just encountered. I have to find some food. And soon.
I round the corner, and, to my great relief, a diner was just a couple feet away. I sprint the rest of the way, and burst into the door. “Food. Now.” I command as I sit down in a booth. “I don’t care what kind. Just give me some.”
“All right, missy…” The waiter says, and smirks slightly.
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So, I’m guessing you want to know about me? Fine. I’ll talk. For a small while. I have straight, brown hair. Down to the middle of my back. The kind of hair you gotta move out of the way to sit down. My eyes are black. Or a dark enough brown. I usually wear a dark-colored shirt, with a sweatshirt over it, and a pair of jeans. Tight fitting. Trying to show off what I don’t have. I wear a necklace, and a ring. That’s all I’m going to tell you about me for now…
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The waiter calls to the chef to bring out some food, pronto.  “Anything, she says!” He turns to me. “I sure hope you’re a paying customer… otherwise, we have security.”
“Well, you’re lucky I will pay, because I could take down your security in two seconds flat.”
The waiter coughs fakely, and goes to help the customer that just walked in. I look around me, tapping my feet to unheard music. The waiter comes back with some food, and leaves me alone to eat. I finish, leave the money and a very small tip on the table, and walk out. I’m alone now. I don’t know where to go, and it’s getting dark outside. “Do I go to some motel, or what…?” I ask myself. I decide on the motel idea, so I can get some rest, because suddenly, I’m tired. I walk back into the diner and ask for directions.
“Just go a little further North. You’ll find at least one along the road. The closest one’s about a mile or so down the road. Think you can manage?”
“I don’t exactly have a means of transportation other than my own two feet… No bike, no car, nothin’.”
“I guess I might be able to drive you then… you’d have to pay though!”
“Uhm, no. I’m not paying for common courtesy. No way.” I wave him off, and start out the door.
“Fine, fine. I’ll drive you. Free of charge.”
“That’s so nice of you! Thanks!” I say, sarcastically. I follow him to his car, and get in. We drive Northwards and pass a couple gas stations, but not much else. We pass by a motel, and I tell him to stop.
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I’m guessing you want to know my name. Well… if you really want to know it, it’s Christie. But just try guessing my last name. Are you sure I have one? Think again. And then think again. And mull over it for hours. Then, ask me about it after your brain has turned to mush because of your constant usage of it.
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I step out of the car, grab my bag from the back seat, and stalk into the motel without saying goodbye. I check into the motel, grab my room key, and go straight to my room. Once there, I place a collect call to my mom. The phone rings once, twice, three times. I wait and tap my foot impatiently. I let it ring twenty times, then hung up the phone. “I wonder…” I think out loud. I lay down on the bed, and, as the phrase goes, I fell asleep the instant my head hit the pillow.
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So, your brain turned to mush? All right, my last name is Johnson. Pretty generic, isn't it? I know, I know. Just... don't comment. But I'm never giving up my middle name. ...What was that? Oh, my parents? None. Deceased. Dead. “Brothers?” You ask? “Sisters?” You ask? None. Same thing as my parents.

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I wake up, instantly alert. It's still dark outside. Something or someone has woken me up, and I am not happy about that. “Who's there? You better show yourself, and fast, before I hunt you down myself.” I threaten in my most menacing tone. A small figure slowly walks out of the shadows, hands up like there's a gun in his or her face. I quick flip on a lamp, and wince as the sudden light blinds me. When my eyes finally adjust, I blush with embarrassment. In front of me is a small girl, dressed in rags. Her hair is so caked in dirt and mud, I can't tell what color it is. Then, I notice she's whimpering and shivering in fear. “It's okay. Come here. I won't hurt you. It's okay. It's safe.” I hold my arms out towards her.

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Fine, fine. I'll tell you what happened to them. Just, stop bothering me, okay? It's really starting to tick me off. Someone burnt down our house. I wasn't home. I had snuck out of the house, to hang out with my best friend. I go home, the house is ablaze, and firefighters are dragging out my family's carcasses. No duh, I felt guilty. I would have died too, or saved at least one of them, but no. I just had to sneak out that night.

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She walks towards me, slowly, and I can tell she's afraid of me. “That's it, that's a good girl, come on, I won't bite.” I was going to originally say “I won't bite – hard.” but she looked so scared, so... pitiful, that I didn't want to scare her further. She reached my arms, and instinctively, I hugged her. She started crying, so I just held her. When her tears died down, I asked her for her name, age, address, and if her parents knew where she was. She just lifted her head and looked at me. “You know, your name. What people call you. How old you are. Where you live. Do you know what I mean?” She shook her head from side to side. No.

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I inherited some money from my parents. Not much. I'm living on the streets and in motels, if you were wondering. I get any money from odd jobs around where I'm staying at the moment. I travel on foot most of the time, unless I can do what I did to the waiter, and sucker them into driving me around for a while.

                                                  ~.~.~.~.~.~

Trying to talk to her was getting pretty frustrating. How could she not understand me?!? I was being as clear as I could, and she still didn't get it?! I guess I was wearing my anger like a mask, because the little girl started whimpering again. “I'm sorry… I didn't mean to scare you. Can you talk at all?” I hope she can, otherwise, I might accidentally do something I'll regret.
“Y—yeah.” She attempts a small smile, but it's not that convincing.
“Do you really not know where you live, or do you live on the streets?” Like me, I wanted to add.
“The streets, I guess. Me and my mom—er, my mom and I, wander around.”

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You're probably wondering why I haven't offed myself. Well, think about it. I'm the only one who remembers them anymore. If I go, it would be like my family and I never existed. Wouldn't you stay alive, if that meant keeping the memory of your family alive?

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