The Flower Girl by Ellie Anne (best inspirational books .txt) 📖

like an invisible cable tying me to Candor just tore itself apart. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know where I was, or what was happening to me. Since when did I cry? Since when did I care about people? Too much had changed too fast. I didn't know who I was anymore, so I just sat there, crying, and crying, and crying.

I had no idea how long I just sat there, sobbing, with my arms wrapped around my knees, and my face burrowed in my knees. After a while, though, I decided it was enough. I had had enough. I going to stay here for a night or two, gather supplies, then head to Center as fast as possible. Fortunately, this tiny town had a bank, so I could withdraw money from the account my parents had sagely set up for me. After that, it was time to go shopping.

There was one grocery store, and one very, very limited clothing store. I was able to get a solid amount of non-parishable food, but one look at the clothes in Angie's Boutique had me questioning the sanity of this town. Everything was in similar shades of grey, washed out blue, and faded pink. It was all so old, and frilly. Just walking around the store made me cringe with distaste. 

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Publication Date: 10-25-2013

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Dedication:
For my lovely mother, arguing with you is seriously some sort of magic for me in regards to getting my little procrastinator butt in motion. Love you to pieces!