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The Day I Stood Out: A Short Story

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William

This day will forever hold an important day in my life.

It was August 13, 1923 and at 15 years old you can’t blame me for wanting to see my friends. Though my mother had told me specifically not to go ,but me being my teenage self, I didn’t listen. So now I was cleaning the attic as my punishment and that’s when I saw it. The it I saw was a box that was pretty hidden but on it in large print was “KEEP OUT” again my teenage instincts kicked in. So as quietly as I could I crept over to the box lifted the other stuff that was on top of it, though afterwards I would look in them, lifted the lid and saw nothing of what I had expected. What was in the box surprised me because for one all that was in that big box was a couple envelopes and two from the looks of them they were pretty important. The envelopes had nothing on the outside so I opened them. From the discoloration of the paper it looked as if they had not been touched in over 15 years. When I unfolded the paper I saw was what I thought was adoption papers. Then I heard my mother call for dinner without thinking I stuffed the envelopes and papers in my jacket. Then put all of the stuff back on the box and ran downstairs. All throughout dinner my mother and father kept asking why I was in such a big hurry, but every time they asked I gave them the same answer, “Just tired and want to go to bed.” So they just said “Okay.” After dinner I halfway ran up the stairs jumped onto the bed and pulled out the

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