by
Audrey
here once was a little girl who was cheerful all the time. She was always smiling and always laughing and giggling away. She lived in a peaceful neighborhood in a small country.There was never a worry in her precious head. But sometimes things change, to bad, to good, or to normal, or weird. This change was all four of those things. Now one day when this girl (let's call her Emilie) was kiddnapped . . . SHE wasn't kidnapped, her innerself was stolen! She was speakless and laughless and motionless. Her mother would say, "Where did that lovely little, cheerful angel who's sprit is full of rainbows and glitter go?" Every day this crushed broken-hearted mother would say this. The aweful person who stole Emilie away was her Uncle. He was a mean old poop of a man and he always made Emilie feel bad. Then one day it was just too much. He killed her joius spirit. But soon she was better. She painted this picture and named it: The Splatter of Soul of Rainbows.
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