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Anastasia Kingsborough Eng 167 Dr. Brown 22 November 2017 Troubled Youth I will repeat this as many times as I can: I am not a bad person. I don’t actively seek trouble, but sometimes trouble finds me. It was this time that trouble came in the form of a 15 year old girl who had a lot on her shoulders. There were no noticeable signs at first, she seemed like your typical teenage girl. She was full of angst and disdain towards her parents, but what I didn’t know was that there was a deeper, darker secret hidden behind those beautiful ocean eyes of hers. I remember it as if it happened yesterday. It was nearing the end of my summer vacation and a cold breeze slipped through the crack in my window, sending chills throughout my uncovered body. It was enough to wake me up just as the sun was kissing the horizon, but what prompted me to get out of bed was the absence of my golden retriever, Lucille. Normally, she’d be asleep at my bedside, eager to jump on top of me once I’d woken up. I remember creeping throughout the house, trying to slip outside without making too much noise, so as to not wake anyone up. I live in a house that has many acres of land surrounding it, the backyard is a forest of mysteries that I’d yet to completely uncover. I followed the man-made trail that led me to the heart of the wooded area. There was a distinct silence in the air that morning, but the browning leaves rustled from their branches, assuring me I wasn't alone. Each step I had taken brought me
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closer to where this story begins. It wasn’t long before I stumbled across that makeshift tree house that stowed away the dejected, teenage girl from her dreadful parents. We didn’t talk much in that moment, we were both frightened by each other's presence. She looked down at me from the splintered, wooden plank she was sitting on with sad, tearful eyes and then quickly turned her face. I yelled to her, asking if she was okay, but her only reply was a head nod and an indiscreet wiping of her eye. I didn’t want to bother her, so I let her be and continued to search for Lucille.
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