Have you ever thought about what fiction is? Probably, such a question may seem surprising: and so everything is clear. Every person throughout his life has to repeatedly create the works he needs for specific purposes - statements, autobiographies, dictations - using not gypsum or clay, not musical notes, not paints, but just a word. At the same time, almost every person will be very surprised if he is told that he thereby created a work of fiction, which is very different from visual art, music and sculpture making. However, everyone understands that a student's essay or dictation is fundamentally different from novels, short stories, news that are created by professional writers. In the works of professionals there is the most important difference - excogitation. But, oddly enough, in a school literature course, you don’t realize the full power of fiction. So using our website in your free time discover fiction for yourself. Clemintine's story (until i find a name) by skylar eymann (essential reading txt) 📖
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"Get ready for school!!" Clemintine heard her mother say as she left.
Chapter 3Clemintine entered the library, Relaxing a little. Here, She felt comfertable. No one would hurt her here. She was surrounded by the voices of characters from books. Something she's always loved. She set her bookbag behind the check-out desk. She straightend all the books on the shelves and checked out the occasional student that came in. Once she was done she read the book she's been reading since friday. Today was tuesday and she cant read at home. The bell rang and she popped back into reality and made her way to fourth period.
Fourth passed and Clemintine made it to her fith, Histor. She sat in her seat and looked at the boy infront of her. He sat there everyday. He's tall with dark brown hair and cheerful brown eyes. He's always pulling jokes and laughing. 'He's in my sixth and seventh isnt he?' Clemintine asked herself. 'Yeah' She confirms to herself 'He usually play's basketball seventh' Clemintine then relized that she was staring at him the whole time when he turned around and looked at her.
"s-sorry" She squeaked and put her head down on the desk. Clemintine did the assigned work and sat there afterwards. Her face still stinged and her throat was sore from earlier that morning. The bell rang after after about ten minuets of her thoughts. She walked to usual bench and sat down.
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