Haiti

I'm too lazy to write a discription. So here. From dA.<br />
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The main character in the story I'm writing. Imma turn the story into a comic though because I SUUUCK at writing, yes I dooo |DD;;;<br />
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Poo. I'm not even finished with the other story I'm writing. Why am I writing another one? o-o;<br />
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Wanna see how horrible I write? Here's part of the second page of my story<br />
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"He seems awfully familiar.." She thought. She still couldn't make out what they were saying, probably due to the fact that her hearing was never very good. All her senses were a bit poor, due to the fact that her mother did drugs while she was pregnant. Haiti wasn't strong, fast, or anything out of the ordinary. She sighed, and let her vision blur as she blankly stared at her feet. She didn't even know why she wanted to know what they were talking about. The talking stopped, but she didn't notice.<br />
The boy quietly approached the door, and saw Haiti's reflection in the glass window that was in the middle of the door. He exited the room without making a sound, and looked at Haiti.<br />
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*stretch* nyaaaaa... Told you o3o;; I'm worse at writing than drawing, that's freakin' obvious. XDD I think I'm even better at writing poems than stories.<br />
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Btw her name is more than likely temporary.<br />
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C+C plzthx?