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I woke up the اگلے morning rather groggy. I rubbed my forehead and looked out the window to see that we were still in Drumheller. Now that confused me. Along with the fact that I didn't remember my own birthday yesterday. I mean, I turned eighteen. That's big. I'm an adult. Technically speaking. But it's like Sixteen Candles. Biologically, I'm eighteen. But physically, I still look sixteen. Sixteen. I don't feel different, and I don't look different. I was expecting some huge overnight change, but I wanted to at least feel older.

Okay, now I'm just whining.

Back to the outside, I was so confused....

ok i know bad عنوان but yakno had to think of somethinng


duncans pov: *yeah yeah bye dude* i کہا walking out of my دوستوں house sure i had a place of my n but it was no fun i was lonley my moter died in a carcrash my dad in prison یا domstic abuse. i was alone my دوستوں told me to get a grp and find a girl but they were all too well just not my type ii had a girl called coutney once but she stated dressing in red leather miniskirts and biker jackets i mean what is up with them. so i was walking down the سٹریٹ, گلی when i heard crying in the ally across the road i don't kow why but something pulled...

(I know I shouldnt start a new story till I finish my other one but I don't really like how it's turning out. Well anyways here's my new story. I got the idea from seeing a 1 سال old with a faux-hawk become دوستوں with a 1 سال old little girl wearing dark clothes at church. Hope آپ like it.)

(Normal P.O.V)

A small girl walked hand-in-hand with her mother and father entering the catholic church. The little girl wore a black dress with midnight blue hearts on it. She had black hair and dark blue eyes. Her father looked just like her while her mother had brown hair and black eyes.
The mothers...