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I got this from one of my Documents and it was from 6th grade, and to tell the truth... It's pretty good. Anyways, I'm just posting it up here because it looks good for just my 6th grade story, hope you enjoy.

It was dark out, my breathing started to get heavy when I was sleeping. I couldn't move, or think. It felt hot underneath my clothes, and I kept struggling for air. I shouted for my mother but she wasn't even there. Finally I woke up from a treacherous nightmare. "It was all a dream..." I manage to say. My heart kept pounding and I took a quick glance in the mirror, I looked paler than usual. I got up from my bed, the black and white patterned rug under my feet, my stuffed animals have been knocked off of the bed. Was I really moving that much in my sleep? I thought. I made my way to the restroom, once I found the light switch the lights turned on, it was too bright and it irritated my eyes. I rubbed them to see if it would get better, and it did. I turned on the water and splashed some on my face, it felt really cold at first but at the same time it was good. I took my shirt off and replaced it with one of my tang tops; the black one. I sat on the toilet seat and my head was spinning, I felt like I was gonna throw up but I didn't want to make a mess in the restroom. Once the dizziness had settled I got up and walked out, my stuffed animals were staring at me with their marble-like eyes. "What do you want?" I said to them, I knew that they wouldn't respond so I started to pick them up and placed them on the bed again. I couldn't believe that I was still having them at this age, I mean... I'm 17 and I still cuddle with these things, but since they were from my mother then whats not to cuddle for? I laid back down on the large queen sized bed, my mind wondering, scanning the white ceiling. My mother died about nine years ago, and I had to live by myself ever since. I keep a whole bunch of pictures of her on the top oak drawer, I always talk the pictures but it does make the house less lonesome.

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