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There once was a girl I knew, her name was Jordin Imani Jackson. She was born in the city of New Orleans. She was very beautiful & intelligent, she had a great life so I thought. You see Jordin was very sick & had to walk wherever she had to go, but no one knew that she was sick other than her family & her bestfriend. All her life Jordin was struggling with her sickness & trying to accept herself. Jordin was always sick & in the hospital, she didn't want anyone to know so it be came one of her insecurities. She thought that every time she went into the hospital it would make her feel worthless because nobody would ever understand her. She started to feel like she didn't belong in this world so she tries to kill her at her bestfriend’s house whose name is Tey'Veon. He tries to talk her out it as he busted in on her. …show more content…
Why would you want to leave me here alone!? Jordin: I want to die I don't belong here nobody understands me, I feel worthless Tey'Veon: Put the blade down, there's no need to try to kill yourself, I understand you, look don't leave this world not knowing what your future looks. Jordin: You don't understand, you're never in the hospital at least not all the time like I am, just let me do this everyone's life would be better without me. Tey'Veon: whose life would be better without you? Not mine, Jordin look I don't want you to kill yourself because I'm in love with you & I feel like together we can overcome this put the blade down & let me help you Jordin: Wait, what you said you're in love with me? Why didn't you say that before I always felt worthless because I knew nobody would want me because of my sickness & come to find out you're in love with me Tey'Veon: I love you for who you are, I'm not like other people & you know that, just please put the blade down & come here so I can hold
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The concept for this script, in its simplicity, was wildly creative and holds true to the popular phrase, “be careful what you wish for.” The writer really did a great job of keep the reader engaged in the narrative with the unpredictability of the wishes and the Josie’s escalated involvement with Stan’s character.
I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
stranger, the father of a boy the Joads found leaning over him. While committing the
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