First things first: a note. Skip if you like, but some may want to read.
This is from a real person who went through this. Her sister did die, and I really respect her. She was 12 when she wrote it. Basically, she said she wrote what she thought her sister would say to her. This is a real piece of genuine art. This poem enabled millions to see the real danger and open their eyes. Thank you, whoever you are, and if you're reading this, I hope I did good enough for a true survivor and role model to millions.
I'm 12 too. I'm not some brilliant writer yet! And I know it sounds like I'm whining, but I just want to make sure you don't think I'm a 30 year old in a writing class that's doing awful.
DISCLAMIER! I do not own this brilliant poem, Twilight, or the Mona Lisa. Happy?
Also, please review and give me writing tips. I wrote this at 12:00 AM so it may not be typical good work. Thank you! And now… THE STORY! Have a nice (unless you're mean) day!
