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Helena: I'm just an ordinary girl. I like to go shopping, I like reading, I love my family and friends, I love visiting the prison and- wait. Did I just say "I love visiting the prison?" Oh right! That's because my father is in wonderland and it's all because of me. You see there's this thing where you need to act happy just so people don't have to pretend that they actually care. There's this thing where you're just so tired that you don't even feel like trying anymore. That's how most people. Not me, my feeling. Well, let's just say it's much worse. Dustin: I'll keep saying it over and over "My father died several years ago" But I can't help but think that he's behind the bars, no freedom left whatsoever. I know he's not dead and I'm afraid that one day it'll get to me. That one day I'll realize that my dad actually died behind the prison bars with me never visiting him. Not even once. Ace: Well, there's really nothing to say about me. I'm not an open book. Usually people would say "I'm an open book" Not in my case, I'm a book thats closed with chains wrapped around it. It's crazy how people might think that they know you when they know nothing. They assume things and think that they know everything, that their holding the universe. When their just one out of seven billion people, nothing special about them whatsoever. I see everyone as the same people and I'm still looking for the one that stands out of the crowd, the one that doesn't blend in. The one that I'll love to look at, get to know, become friends with. That's special to me. I don't know about other people but standing out is better that blending in. ---------- RIGHTS RESERVED TO MARQUESA ARINGO 2017 ---------- DO NOT COPY MY STORY IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM.
Visiting My Dad In Wonderland
