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Marcel Ray Duriez, Longest Novel, for G-world Records

[Marcel Ray Duriez, Longest Novel, for G-world Records] [Marcel Ray Duriez, with Angela Fels novelist interviewer for Marcel Ray Duriez publishing press, expert surveyor, assessor,  with Joy M. Duriez witness, the onlooker, signatory, and Bernadett Dillion observer, witness, biographer exports in the fields of books of 30 years for Hastings Pa.] 

 Events of showcasing records and witnessing. [Surveying reports, exports in the fields of lecture and libraries, and inspectors I have found all things listed in the record to be satisfactory to the requirements.] Author Note, I Angela Fels- state this statement. 

Timekeeper statements 8 Years = 2,920 Days, 12-hour days, 4,204,800 minutes (about 8 years) writing. Books all 5 by 8 inches height estimated: 115 lbs., sentences: 150,726. if a reader with 130 wpm was to read this novel from start to end it would take 20000 minutes (about 2 weeks) or 13.8 days (about 2 weeks), or 333.4 hours (about 2 weeks). (No repetition text has a plot that is holding logical storytelling). 

World's Longest Novel 'Nevaeh', Contains characters or 28827000(each letter counts as one character. Spaces are also counted, as one character each).78-volume. The words are 5 Million. Pages 23,000.

 

Attempt world records Reference Number 211116034355ln and Reference Number 210608115435msoa

"Nevaeh". Marcel Ray Duriez produced Nevaeh and all 78-volume masterworks in 2021 (it was first published in 2021). 3 million words. 28,827,000 characters (each letter counts as one character. Spaces are also counted, as one character each). 

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Date created

16 November 2021

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19 November 2021

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Northern Cambria, PA, Pennsylvania, United States

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Record holder(s)

Marcel Ray Duriez, United States

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Listed is an EP by Marcel Ray Duriez of 2,167 tracks all as a digital recording of 15.75 Hours in recordings. 

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08 June 2021

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10 April 2021

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Northern Cambria, PA, Pennsylvania, United States

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marcel ray duriez, United States

Nevaeh is like reading 10 Bibles back-to-back.

 

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I want to say thank you for your response. And I agree with you 100% about everything you said about other people feeling like they need to make themselves feel a little bit better to make you feel inferior to their superior even when they're not superior to your achievement. 

I'm glad that you will agree with my opinions and views. Having a good faith-filled education is important to have good strong belief and understanding in knowing oneself and how to react and react with others in a professional nice collected way.  

Can you walk away with a modern understanding of using Scientifique in religion, can we move forward in our thinking and understanding of blending both and allowing religion to become modernized to culture. 

I like to say in my own writings that the question of why is a question and sometimes does not have an answer because you must ask the question that is why? 

Thomas Edison invented the tattoo machine mainly by mistake it was supposed to be a way to make more copies of the same document using perforations of the needle however we found a way to more bodies using that kind of method which was never designed, we look at culture and tattooing one's face and we asked the question about psychology being the reason behind somebody wanting to put a tattoo on their face that's permanent that's going to never be a race their entire life it may be culturally acceptable now but will it be in the future and it also makes somebody look extremely feeble-minded. I'm not saying anything against tattoos but everything has a place at a time and a meaning which is anthropology and culturally acceptable in the future is probably not going to be accepted.  

 

At this point in this assignment, I have posted the required documentation showing that I've done the work. I would like to address that I'm still having access code problems with mind edge and have not yet have made the site work for me I'd like this to be stated to the instructor who knows that I'm having an issue with my MIND-edge and getting it to work so I can post my assignment in a timely matter. I have yet to hear from anybody in the academics or the advisor about getting an email on how to make this work for me. so hopefully I can have this all done by 12:00 o'clock tonight. 

Johnstown flood

Apply key approaches to studying history in addressing critical questions related to historical narratives and perspectives  

I would use approaches to understanding the study in this subject of the Johnstown flood I would ask these questions related to the historical nature of the events by giving perspectives by different types of parties one being children they would wonder what happened in this situation the original dam was made out of earthen clay it busted at being lowered and lack of maintaining the perspective this by a child would be understanding that even uneducated nature of a child would understand that the nature of a dam being made out of earth eventually is going to break it that the people should have known that through the perspective looking at the damn that they were going to be in trouble sometimes eventually down the line, teenagers would get the perspective of understanding the nature of the horrific death and the tragedy in which took half if not all the population of the city people clinging towards the sides of the mountain towards the Johnstown inclined plane another historical landmark within Pennsylvania, the elderly would have grandparents or loved ones that would understand and remember the tragic events which took place on this historical day. The key approach of reminding you of the study of this history is told and re passed down by all Pennsylvanians to remember or want to remember something that was so disastrous.  

Communicate effectively to specific audiences in examining fundamental aspects of human history in a matter of days the entire world damn had failed, the city was warned.  

 

 

 

Query LETTER Marcel Ray Duriez for Nevaeh

Nevaeh  

Marcel Ray Duriez  

Dear Mr. Stephen Barbara, 

I am a huge fan of Before I Fall by Lauren Oliver, who has given a recommendation to you. Which all arrived from realizing you would be the most suitable for my work. 

Allow me to pull you away from your book duties, you are reading and agenting, and all those credentials. Allow me to put you in the world of scuttling about you and the currents are in your favor. 

Your destination... afterlife.  

Unbelieving? 

Ninth-grader Nevaeh, a 14-year-old girl is living in Pennsylvania, in the year 2000. She is victimized and traumatized in her teenage life. She is having a life crisis, that does not seem to augur well with her life expectancy. School friends mock her horribly, whatever mask she of hiding with her feelings was about to come to its climax.  

NEVAEH is a triplet, placed in gifted education that necessitates hope and understanding of being in programs like Nevaeh within the literature. Remarks on her day-to-day life at school and the bus, walking the railroad tracts to escape. Having a mother and a family inundated her fights with life by loathing her for being alive. With much discomfort and mental delusions about this newfound world, she thinks that she is a fallen angel. Her four sisters badger her to proceed into the failure of her sanity yet newfound brilliants. Making a life choice to relinquish to death, at the age of 14 in the consequence. Lily is a person of trust just like Chiaz Naztherth is the dream boy. As Nevaeh comes to grips with her destiny as the girl who existed, standing against the assembly of evil fallen angels, who are hooked on destroying her world.  

Like lurking in the darkness of the cobwebbed-filled mind, and its lost haunted soul, she discerns the twisted brainwashing of her past life. She becomes lost in her mind and lingers. To find an inner pace.  

Nevaeh found a tale of il intrigue, murder, occult science, and swashbuckling adventure - a story that echoed the real-life mysteries that had come to envelop the underworld. 

NEVAEH is a completed - Series of ready-to-go manuscripts. It was estimated at 5,765,400 words. word novel combining - centuries of fantasy with 20th-century chronological fantasy, 

In which both Nevaeh are drawn into the furious strategies of a quantum physicist and a betrayer alchemist, assignments that could release an archaic evil upon not one, two worlds. I have been a writer for 10 and an editor for 1 year, after getting my BA in Professional Studies, with four fiction books to my credit; this is my first novel. I have queried you because your blog has existed as a wonderful aid in my quest to see my work published, I think you might want the genre-bending setting I am trying to pull off here. Thanks for taking the time to review my query. I look forward to hearing from you. 

Yours truly,  

Marcel Ray Duriez  

marcelduriez@student.purdueglobal.edu  

 

'The power behind words and voices is substantial to life! I dedicated this book to all of you readers before you even read it, to understand- the book of misunderstandings for the misunderstood. To have a voice, when you were made not have one or told not to have one. Maybe if you are like me, trying to get your voice back, this is the story you need. Nonetheless, let us not fail to remember all the voices, which will never speak again, for being rejected and misunderstood.'   

'Yes, be that voice with this book, this book is for you, to speak up, and be heard.'    

'Why?'    

'So, there are no more lost and forgotten voices of life. This book is a steppingstone to abolish bullying altogether, along with your help; we can take that step forward and forget about the past!'   

'At this time, I would like you all to take a moment of silence, to remember someone that is no longer with us. So, they are not forgotten.'     

Preface:   

'To understand, you must read between the lines of a story just like mine. My wrong if you do not read this book, is you will find out fast that life is going to suck, and then you make the discovery that you are going to die alone, and the hex- I have will now be on you.'   

'At least that is what I thought; I thought I read my story before it was written, and this note was the last thing that I was going to write. However, I never realized that there was so much more to life, which I did not appreciate. I came near a stone's throw away from the end. Yet I got additional unplanned lifespans. Yet was the second chance what I needed?'     

'Nevertheless, there were things that I concerned my mind with, which were not substantial to my existence.'    

'If anything- learn from me. Try to do the virtuous things I did and not the mistakes I made. Though it is up to you to decide what was good or bad, it is what you feel and believe is morally right in your mind.'     

'Yeah- I never really put any thought into what was going to happen to me someday, and the others that are part of my surroundings.'    

'However, life goes on, and the existence of what was stands for nothing but- a memory of what you can and cannot have. If you are someone like me, all I ever wanted was someone that appreciates me. They say life is free or is it. Do I want it- No- not really!'     

'The existence of life…!' 'Is what I do not want to have anymore. There must be a way out of all this misery that I live in today. 'They say dying is easy, as well as lasting, and living is difficult and uncertain.' While- I am going to find out!'    

'Life is all about what you want, need, and love.'   

'Likewise, existing in life comes down to what you cannot have in it.'    

'All I have to say is do not let anyone or anything pin you down and make you less than whom you are. Always be whom you were meant to be, regardless of what they say… because who in the hell are they!'    

'My story- is graphic at times, just like looking into a black and white photo of the past in a scrapbook. All the color in it washes away over time, one way or another. Besides all that is left is still frames that keep on fading, and distorting.'    

'On the morning I was scheduled to die, I saw my life as if I had lived it to its whole. Oh, the captivating angel beamed lovingly as she roamed forward help me hang myself, a part of me felt death, and other parts of my mind, body, and soul felt as if it would never dye.'   

Chapter: 1  

First Visions of Emotions   

  

(The very next day)     

'I am enduring will standing alone bare and yes, I am completely naked to the world outside. So, unprotected by the atmosphere above and around me, so unlike- the day, I was born into this hellish world.'    

'My life was not always like this! Still as of now, I stand trembling on top of this cruel land, which I call my hereditary land or my hometown.'      

'Some still call me by my name, and that is 'Nevaeh May Natalie.'    

'Some of the others, like the kids I go to school with in this land, have other titles for me.'    

'However, you can identify me by the name of 'Nevaeh.' That is if you want to.'     

'I do not think that even matters to you, my name is… it has been replaced and it is not significant anymore. Nor does my name matter to anyone out there for miles around. At least that is the way it seems to me, standing here now as I see the bus come to take me there.'     

'Names or not said to me, 'I feel alone!' I whispered to myself.'    

'It is like I am living a dream. I did not think my nightmare of orgasmic, tragic, and drizzling emotions pouring in my mind would last this long.'       

('Class, faces, names, done.')    

'It is like a thunderstorm pounding in my brain, as it is today outside. I have come home from yet another day of hell that would be called- school to you.'       

'I do not even go into the house until I have this restricting schoolchild uniform torn off my body. I feel like my skin is crawling with bugs when it is on my figure.'       

(Outside in the fields, next to the tracks)    

'It is middle September, and I am standing in the rain. It is so cold, so lonely, and so loveless! Additionally, this is not usual for me, I am always bare around my house, I have my reason you will see.'       

'The rain has been falling on me like knives ever since the moment I got off the yellow bus.'     

'A thunderbolt clattered, more resonant than anything ever heard previously.'    

'All the rain is matting my long brown hair on me as it lies on my backside longer than most girls. Yet I am okay with that at last, I am free.'     

(I have freedom)    

'To a point! I still feel so trapped by all of them.'     

'Ten or twenty minutes have now passed; I am still in the same very spot. Just letting water follow me down. I am drenched!'       

'I can feel the wetness as it lingers in my hair for a while, so unforgivably soaking my body even more as if sinking within me washing me clean.'     

'Counting my sanctions, I feel satisfied in a way when I do feel it dropping offends my hair, as if 'God' is still in control of my life, even if I was sent to and damned to hell.'       

'Like it is wiping away everything that happened to me today, away from the day of the past too.'    

'The wetness is still running down the small of my back thirty minutes must have passed, and it is like my mind is off.'       

'Currently, it follows the center point on my back. Then down in-between my petite butt cheeks. Water and bloodstream off my butt to the ground near the heels of my feet. I can feel as if that part of me is washed clean from the day that I had to go through.'       

'Some of this shower is cascading off my little face, and it slowly collects on my little boobs, where it beads up and separates into two different watercourses down to my belly button.'       

'I estimate this, as it goes all the way down the front of me. It trickles down on me, to where it turns the color of light pink off my 'Girly Parts.' As they would never be the same.'    

'Almost like a waterfall gushing in-between my legs at this moment currently. Kissing, loving, and creasing me like, as my mud-covered toes, as I sink them in the dirt. My legs are so weakly holding me upright, after standing so long.'       

'The pounding rains get more powerful. Making me fall to the ground with a soft thud, now covered by clay. Where I will remain until I feel that I can get up and over what has transpired from the day of hell I had and what has happened to me. That is if I can, like if I can accept all this, as I look down on myself. The dropping rain is weeping for me, like 'God’s tears, even after this I still believe in.'       

'The pain triples within me also like the thoughts all at the same time, I start rolling around, like a pig in mud. I have the sensation like I have been ripped into two parts in my centered hips and vagina.'       

'However, it is like it is all pounding down on me at once. I look up to the sky, lying on my backside. It jostles me, the thought of what it is that I want to do… with myself to escape.'     

'Even with all this rain. I feel that my vagina will surely never feel the same, or like it is clean again. It is all because of them!'       

'No!' I scream.  

'The rainwater can only wash away somewhat of what they have done to me. Never all of it… never- ever! It cannot wash away all my fears that I have. They have sucked my bean above the hole! Tugged on the hood, until I thought they would bite it off me completely. That is why I am bleeding! Nevertheless, the school would not do anything about this, over I was the one that started it all; as the instigator.'    

'They rubbed and touched me in all the places, yet this one the most. They ripped my black hole wide open, with their hateful fingernails and slashing teeth.'      

'I cannot run away from them. They always find me! Always, I have nowhere to run or to hide!'       

'I cannot stop them from fingering, stabbing, and sucking at me! My nipples are raw! They beat me up for enjoyment. Pledging with 'God' saying this must stop. Yet it goes on every school day.'       

'I must get away from them. I need to get away! ('I just need to okay!') It is like these visions of what my life's existence about comes and goes away from me.' I see my life before I live it out in its entirety.'    

'Sometimes, it's like I am black, I am not biased, bigoted, discriminatory, prejudiced, antiblack, and racialist, let us get that clear; yet this is the category, I was placed in, as a girl owned by man, that think I should never do anything more than be something like a worker in a field, as a slave to pay back my debts to be who I am to them in their hate.'    

'The air that is around me now, is making my slit labia skin hurt with burn and sting. Burning hotter than a flame, before snuffed out! I know how a candle feels, struggling not to be blown out by the rushing air, or being snuffed out.'    

'It's like they have a new addiction and that is the hole in my body that makes me a lady.'    

'Just if you are wondering, I put my teddy in my backpack right after getting off the bus, after getting hazed by having him. he is incredibly significant to me.'    

'I walk over to my bookbag, and see him down in their look at me, and find my one pink notebook. I open it to that one page I penned, the one that I have dogeared. 'There it is!' I say as I rip it out, it recollects the day.'    

'The paper is jagged and wet, but I have an adieu note in my hand. I made it earlier in school, at lunch, when I was sitting alone; on this wrinkled up pink notebook paper. The black ink is running like a watercolor all over all my trembling, quivering, shivering, and childlike penmanship handwriting. All it has on it are all words that need to be said, about my existence in life, not living! Decidedly not.'       

'They're all there the notes the things, places, events, and even smalls, maybe spelled incorrectly, but there regardless, all have gone in this book of life I call- Sh-h as if making the most long-spun book in the world, with all my pages, are thick; all pasted, shoved and slammed together, furthermore mismatched, yet all has been said, in my enchanting written long run-ons of memories, the way I fancy to remember.'      

'I am existing, not living! I have that down, as the first line of this page; next to all the doodles.'      

'It is as if I have all these flashbacks, to the point it haunts me. Even at the strangest times, my mind drifts off, to dreamlike places.'     

''It is all because of them!' I thought to myself, as I saw the note, and read it back to myself under my breath.'    

'I have every right to be annoyed, feel disturbed, and scared. Why not record everything in a story, and hope not to sound too crazy, yet a little is okay.'    

'Look at me! Now and close your eyes tightly. My mind is like- 'Yes, no, maybe…' and what do you believe, and think? Yes, I have contradicted myself. I care too much about what you think of me as if damaged, by words, and wicked hands.'    

'Now can you see me?' I believe, like, I can still see all of them, in the past and now, and even you are judging me now.'     

'I was never more like some of you: popular, accessible, attractive, and stylish and loved. Oppositely maybe you are like me, which fits into everything that category is- or oppositely is not.'      

(I scream)    

'Do you see my teardrops, that splash out of my blue eyes? Do you see everything I do? Do you see my brown hair that covers them and hides my true emotions in class? Do you even care? Do you feel what I felt right now? Can you feel my hurting insides? Nope, no one can feel that unless they exist!'      

'Have you ever had to feel just like I do? Can you see my makeup mixing with my teardrops, as it all falls to the ground like my emotions, passions, and caring? If not, you are just as heartless as them!'       

'No one is born condemning another soul because of the sensuality of our skin or their background or their faith, everything in my life is like trickling down my body, and away from me in every way imaginable.'    

'As a result, the only thing I can do is get up and raise my hands to the heavens in the rain. While shouting the question- 'Why did you let this happen to me?'       

'I hear that small voice in my head again, it's a small whisper saying: 'End it! End it! As I was looking into the glow of the light of the envisioned angel of death.''       

'I have nothing but my split thoughts rushing in my head. Like a screaming bolt of lightning cracking in the sky above me.'      

''Hum, should I just end it all?' I mean I am only fourteen years old. Though there is not one person around here for me. Not one which is going to miss me at all.'       

'I proceeded to that gloomy conclusion a long time ago. I would not be remembered. Would anyone remember me? Would anyone care? I should end it all right now?'    

'I reminisce about me clutching my uniform, and how I would achieve my departure. The same awful uniform that I tugged, unsnapped, and ripped off myself, an hour ago, I see it over there like it is staring me down with a glint of evil.'      

'Calling out as it is lying in the mud. I crawl over on my hands and knees, grabbing my minor skirt away from the button-down top, pulling the tie out of the collar. To do what must be fulfilled obeyed.'    

'Holding the tie in my small hands. I pause and glance at my fingernails, which are painted lime green with pink straps, knowing this would be the last time I will.'    

''Curse them all!' I say, will make the undone dark blue tie into a nose, looping, twisting, and coiling it through itself making it snugger around my neck.'     

'Notwithstanding that pain is nothing like what they put me through. Just like chivalry is dead, just like everything I do is felonies attached, by trying to live.'    

'Notwithstanding that pain is nothing like what they put me through. Just like chivalry is dead, just like everything I do is felonies attached, by trying to live.'    

'Nevertheless, if I was truly blessed by the holy water, from 'God,' then I am taking all the excrements that are in 'God' flush, with this rain shower as of this moment; as if it is only dumping on me.'    

'At most inconsiderable with aforementioned, it's accomplished and finished speedy.'    

'Forgetting, I also remember regarding that last fall, that I would relish my legacy, never thinking it would be my writing that would stand the test of time.'    

'I have the belt and the tie around my collar attached to the angel oak tree, next to the swing the rope from the childhood swing.'      

'Now with my eye one twitching, I hang above the girl by three feet. Death has found me.'    

''Oh yes!' Ha, it would be my peace, tranquility at last, yet still, I did not know where I was going.'    

'Certainly, I don't desire to hang myself, but at the same time, I did, the angel was right, after all, she knew me, and I loved her more than life, yes a girl.'    

'The voices in my head are going away and the light is more vibrant.'    

'I did not have a choice at duration, as if someone were thinking for me? Oh assuredly, I dangle!'    

'The drawing of the monarch butterfly, the pointed star, the hand over my face, and my one blue eye in the tri, now litter the ground in my notes and drawings.'    

'Yes, the ultra-freedom of tree branches above me, the hinging of the foliage, the sun cascading until night, to the shooting stars to the following daybreak.'    

'This ancient tree is next to the rundown house, next to the tracks! The home of loneliness and it feels as empty inside as I did, yet it is not empty at all.'    

Exceptionally, I look here the next day when I am found, some ask 'why?' And with 'she's too young.'     

'Yet, it was good riddance in mocking me with a stigma, 'to have one less retard with disabilities on the streets, that we someday must pay for with tax money that would molest our children, or creep on them, like a stocker, over not knowing better.''     

'Nothing lost,' said the town, looking at me, along with 'just an unwanted expense, and waste of life and time; she was doing nothing but taking away from some child that wants to learn in their education.'     

'All she wanted to be more attention, the sick freak.'     

'I wanted to show them what hate looks like! And this is it, I did this so that everyone from my school of hell, and ass hole of a town can see me up here in the tree naked and hanging I got the idea from them.'    

''Dope out and kill yourself.' Their true words, not mine.'    

'That way everyone, even here, would be able to see me, with their own eyes.'     

'One grave would not change a society's mentality of mind; I would be another left behind.' Furthermore, like an art piece, they can see the wounds that they did to me; if they did not care the outside world would come out of this three-mile radius, from where I am at.'    

Realized all the gashes which they gave me over time, and the ones I give myself because of them. They all can look at me like this just art, and see it all, just like this, I see it every day when I look at my reflection anyway. They all can think- about what they have done to me.'       

'However, I do not think they would care, and they did not. Yet the world that would be another story, if they did see me hanging there bare, lifeless, and limp; this story would not have been said to be a teen voice of hope.'      

'I thought at that point, that I dyed at fourteen as a virgin, said, I know, yet that may not be true. When I was sure, by the girls bragging to me always, they were solely made women around and near the time they all turned the age of twelve.'    

'As a girl, you are letting out part of your body to a boy, and most young men don't get this, and trusting them of letting you start the gift of life.'    

'Remember you do not need to get pregnant at any age, your girls have contraceptives, as they did.'    

'You must lie there spread, to have a baby; even I know that. Yet that is why we have a marriage, before getting it on, a commitment of you being your daddy possession still virgin with his name until you now have given to a man for 25 dollars to only now be taking your new loves last name and his hard loving, as he claims you as his possession, yet he should keep you for all that understanding.'      

'They have no emotions for me in their pea-brained minds, to feel anything. I ask- can you grasp me like a hug; can you feel me, as I feel now? Can you get the impression of me hanging there, all by myself, have you been there? I am so lonesome and afraid!'       

'I wanted to be like them, to be plagued pretty and guilty in the ah of such surrender.'     

'You know, I do feel as if I would be better off being dead! Don't you think so too? I know you do. How did I let things get so out of hand? Or did I? Is this all meant to be? Really… I do not know?'    

'I just do not know what to believe anymore. I swung through the air and plunged as I jumped off the branch. I arranged it right!'      

'Simply, like I planned this, as it was said. One way or another, I never come to my senses. I never got loose from the nose, on my tree next to my child-like swing. I know that I was dead and everything, yet something happened to me like the day rewound, to that moment, of the big fall, of me falling. Yet this time, I slipped out of the tie, and fell hard to the ground below, as if I were, I was still not alive the day of the attempted suicide.'      

'That is when I walked into the home as if I would have like any other day, with my head down, going to take a bath and get ready for supper, with guardian Hope. Plus went up to the steps up to my room dripping wet my braindead mind puzzled.'       

'My sweet brown shaggy teddy bear was the only thing I grabbed covering my body from dinner, then I went into my room. My pink nighty top on my bed from the night before. Truly, I did not care about my nakedness anymore; I am wild, continuous, unbroken, and untamed.'    

'Moderate retardation books,' said Hope when she picked them up under her breath, showing them back into the unzipped backpack.  

'I feel so weird, like never; I sat stark naked in my bed soaking wet, rocking hoping for nightfall to come. to see if the next day I would have to go to school.'    

'How? I do not know. Just like fast-forwarding it will only dawn another day. That is going to repeat all the hell ones more, I am just sure of that.'    

'Previously this is my question, I asked myself, as I am laying in my bed holding onto my teddy bear far too tightly. 'Is it me who is the problem, or the ones that are all around me?'    

I answer myself- 'I know that there is not one person on this planet, who genuinely cares if I am even here or not.' Oh, 'God' - 'Why does my life have to be like this?'     

'I do not think I can take any more of living in this town or going to this school!'