Natalie Winters
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The sun fell brightly across Brightstone Village park. Natalie layed on the grass, her arms above her head, staring at the clouds above. It was a boring day, she hadn't hung out with anyone recently, and wished she had someone to talk to. Being alone was dreadfully boring, and it so happened she was alone most of the time. It was funny, really. A recent letter from her older sister said, I don't know why you love socializing so much. I like to be alone. But it so happens that every time I actually am alone, someone comes and disturbs me. Poor Leah. Natalie giggled a little, and continued to wonder what she would do today.