The Diary of a Young Girl Quotes by Anne Frank
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Into the bowl go the fruits of the garden as little Carissa tiptoes through the plants. The splash of red berries is so vibrant upon the green ceramic and her hands spread over the clay ripples as perfect starfish upon summer rocks. Around his shoulders was his baby quilt, worn as a cape might be, as if all those cosy memories of him and mama gave him superpowers. He had eyes that shined like pebbles washed by the ocean waves and a smile that ignited inner laughter in all who saw. Amelia stands so still, eyes following the bird in flight. She watches as children do, with that look of love and awe. Her eyes stay with the bird, the beating wings capturing her mind in the most calming of ways, the same way soft waves on the beach do.
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She wasn't a girl anymore and she never would be again. No longer did she hang on mom's words or want to be just like her. Now their similarities irked her and she was determined to be as different as possible. One March three years ago she bagged up all of her clothes and took them to the thrift store, coming home with a whole new bunch — black, black and more black. A few weeks later her waist-length blonde hair became a two-foot mohawk, pink with blue tips. Her mother quickly learnt not to try to be similar or bond on the same issues, each attempt simply drove her daughter to new extremes. She was the kind of girl that women loved to hate.
Her long brown hair cascaded down her shoulders as her starry brown eyes focused on the plants swaying in the delicate breeze outside the window. Her legs stretched out and fingers resting upon the keyboard on her laptop. She was seeing multiple scenes from her stories playing out as she read. How she wished that could be her; fighting demons and exploring new lands. But no, she was stuck on her leather sofa watching her brothers on the new Fifa 13 Xbox game which she had very little interest in. Another image appeared; it was her on that pitch playing with the pros scoring unlimited goals and endlessly winning matches.