|Because you can.|
BraveAs I pick up my pen, it seems that the morning of the 1st of November 2000 started like any other day.Brave by The-Archaeon
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My mother woke me up, and gave me a tired, but warm smile. I smiled back like usual, fighting the pull sleep had on my consciousness. I wanted to stay in bed, but I had to go to school and that meant I had to leave my mother's side. She would not hear any of it, and I reluctantly left the comfort of my bed to get ready.
In the bathroom, I stripped down, and tested the water with