*"*Finished*"* So, this is a story I wrote at school, no idea what you'l think but hey!
Not really sure how to describe it, but you let me know what you think and I will be most happy! ^_^ (I will send you free invisible cake)


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Sometimes I get flashbacks, little things, that make no sense but somehow do, stirring something at the back of my brain, willing me to thread them together, to work out what it all means. But I can't. I just can't seem to think clearly. If I try to think, I find I just can't set everything out, and I end up just slipping back into the state of total peace that engulfs me almost all the time. These flashbaks can come at any time, and could be anything. There always seems to be recurring ones. Snow pelting the glass of a windscreen.Dazzling light breaking through the clumps of snow. The screech of tyres as they skid over icy tarmac. The screams as glass splinters and the sudden jolt before black

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