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UnReality- my story, so far.

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Part of this was actually posted yesterday, so you can read that part at this link
http://help.com/post/202178-can-you-r...
The continuation will be here, and on the other one, so feel free to comment on either. thanks!

continuation–

Lia walked slowly home, focusing upon the cracks in the sidewalk. Why? She thought, Why me? She continued to ponder this question but then realized, Crud! I forgot my sweatshirt at Alli’s! Lia turned around to backtrack and get it back, then suddenly realized, Alli may be mad at me… I don’t need my sweatshirt now, so I’ll wait and get it tomorrow, after I make sure she doesn’t hate me too much. I sure hope she doesn’t. She is my closest friend. Then, just to stop herself from fretting, Lia ran the rest of the way home, even with sweat pouring out of her pores, and the sun beating down atop her head.
“Li-ah! Li-ah,” came a call from the kitchen. The call bounced out of the room, along with the scent of some kind of meat, and the chopping sound of a knife upon a cutting board.
Lia sighed “Hey mom,” she called weakly.
“Oh whats wrong, my darling?”
“Nothing, well, something. It doesn’t matter,” Lia responded quietly.
Her mother stared at Lia, concern written on all her features. “Li-bug, is this about your Death Day again?”
“Again, mom?” Lia retorted, “I haven’t complained that much. It’s just a big deal, okay? I wish I knew, and I wish there was some way I could know. There’s got to be a way! If you can just find out when I’m young, why not now? I want to know mom, and I will, somehow, someday. I’ll finally know when I pass out upon a cold floor, or I fall off the edge of a building, just because I suddenly die! I can’t wait that long mom.” Then Lia frowned, “Plus, I don’t complain that much.”
Lia’s mom started to sniffle, and stared at her daughter with a look of sympathy and concern. “Sweetheart, you just told Alli, I presume? How did she react?”
Lia whimpered, “I did, but she didn’t say anything. She thought it was all some nasty joke. I’m sure she must hate me now, but I didn’t mean to be cruel, Mom. I didn’t want to tell her. I was afraid. Now she must despise me, even though she told me everything, I hid everything from her, and for 10 years too.” Lia then burst into tears and cried out, “Mom, I’m such a terrible person!”
Lia’s mother then took Lia by the shoulders and steered her to the kitchen. “Li-bear,” she said, “Sit down, have something to eat, and don’t worry. Nobody could hate you, my darling.”
Lia then sniffled and tried to smile as a plate was placed in front of her. She ate without thinking, because her mind was still on another matter: Alli. Alli and her had been friends since they were five years old.

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