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“Morning sunshine.” Mimi said cheerfully that next morning. Mark felt dazed as he walked into the kitchen, early on a Tuesday morning. The room was drafty and cold since they couldn’t afford heating. Soft snowflakes fell outside, covering the street in a thin layer of cold, muddy slush. Mark shivered as he fell onto the rough couch.
Mimi had started recovering quickly after him and Roger began to take care of her again. She’d been staying in their apartment until she could get back on her own two feet again… at least that’s what Roger said. Mark had a feeling she’d be staying for a while. Today she looked better than ever, even in her pajamas.
“What’s that smell?” Mark asked curiously, sniffing the air for the delicious aroma.
“Breakfast. Eggs and toast. You like ‘em scrambled?” Mimi smiled, holding up a raw egg and carefully cracking it onto the sizzling pan. Mark’s eyebrows rose in shock.
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Opinion by 
Cinders
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1 year ago
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When I was ten years old, I had my first trip to London. I didn't really know much about theater, or musicals, but my older brother (fifteen at the time) did. We were house sitting for friends, and my mother was sitting at the table looking through the paper for shows while I ate my cereal.
My brother walked in to help her out and then he said, "Oh! Mom! How about we see this, I heard it's amazing!"
My mother sort of cocked her head to the side and read, "Rent...? Well, it looks interesting."
From my side of the table I looked up and wrinkled my nose at my brother. "That sounds stupid, I don't want to go."
Now, I said this for many reasons. One, because unless it was titled "Jonny Quest" or "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles," nearly everything sounded boring to me. And two, because my brother wanted to see it, I just had to be contrary. It was how things worked with our relationship.
So my mother said, "OK, well, then how about this one: The Woman In Black. It's a ghost story."
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Why am I the witness? And when I capture it on film, does it mean that it's the end and I'm alone?
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My own little fan fiction, takes place one week after they found Mimi and she lived, I'm only 13 so please give me critique :)
Mark
Mark hurried down the street, mumbling sorrys as he bumped shoulders with fellow bystanders. He clutched his camera to his stomach protectively. The Life Cafe was just around the block, he was almost there. He hastily turned a corner.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" A woman, maybe a few years younger than Mark, gushed; after the two crashed into eachother. Her cheeks were bright red from embarrassment. Mark recognized her from somewhere. Although he couldn't remember where.
"Oh my gosh, did I brake your camera?" she looked horrifed.
Mark examined it quickly. "No, no... it's fine." he mumbled. Where did he recognize her from?
"You're Mark, right?" she looked tired, deep purple circles were under her eyes. She sounded tired, by the quietness of her voice. She looked... sad. "Maybe a little miserable," Mark thought.
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