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. The Life On Tour by Sammi Broskayy (books for 7th graders .txt) 📖
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I nodded. "Yeah." I said my voice cracked slightly and I cleared my throat.
"Alright, Hun, get some sleep." She said, I nodded and closed my eyes slowly falling asleep.
When I woke up, I was on the couch with a Batman blanket wrapped around me. It had to be mine or Andy's. I sat up and looked around, no one was in sight, I stood up and walked to the bunks and peeked inside, no one was in their bunks, I went to the bathroom; knocked on the door, no one answered, I opened the door; no one was in the bathroom, finally, I went to the back bedroom and opened the door, no one wa there.
"Well, that's fucked up." I said to myself and turned around and looked at the time. "Well, they can't be at their show, it's not time, they have to be somewhere though."
I went back to the backroom and got dressed in black skinnies, a Blood on the Dance Floor band tee, and studded combat boots with linen fishnet like gloves and walked off the bus and went to the venue, usually Suicide Silence would be on but since Mitch died...Anyways Falling in Reverse was on stage.
I sat back stage and listened; danced around a little bit. Smiling I sat on the couch and layed back down, soon falling asleep again.
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