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The Mysterious Garden

     He strode past the farms, and into the forbidden garden. He knew perfectly that he shouldn't of been there, but it was irresistable. The sweet smell of tomatoes all ripe, and the jolly buzz of bees. He wanted to make that only wish, he never had a chance to make...

 

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"Moooooom! Where is my notebook! I am going to be late for school!" Brenda called, looking for her orange and red notebook.                                           Brenda was in 7th grade and very well knew that her notebook was not to be with her mother. She was constently reminded to tidy up her room, to help her solve her problem of carelessness.                                                             "You can't blame me for losing your notebook. I told you -"                          "keep your stuff proper and in order at all times." Brenda finished.                As time was running out, she left home without her homeroom notebook. While walking to school, she stopped by at Lilly's house.


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