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If you have ever seen the comics section of the paper you know what “Get Fuzzy” is all about but I wanted to comment on my “bargain book” purchase. for some reason it was half price at the time and had two, yes TWO, small stickers on the back of it for pricing. Well worth the bargain book price.

This was the first bargain book I have bought from Amazon so if you are hesitant that a bargain means it was pulled from a warehouse fire or retrieved from the bottom of a litter box I assure you that is not the case.

Is this story any good? I just started and haven’t reached the climax yet?
Life before the island seems foggy and distant. I’m not sure how I got here, or why I was selected. But what I do know is that my name is Sophie Sage, and I created Rockle Island. Only three other people inhabit Rockle Island. Sunburst, Ronny, and Johnny. But I’m getting far ahead of myself. What I do remember of my first life is that I was a nobody. I had no friends, no siblings, no pets, no parents, I was an orphan. Maybe that’s why I was chosen to be left on this barren land. Nobody would care if I went missing. Here is my story. The morning of July 11, 2009 was like any other summer day at the orphanage. I had had a terrible sleep on my crooked cot so my eyes had dark rings under them. This would look unusual to others, but here in the orphanage, it was extremely common. Some of the older girls who had jobs had bought some eye-liner, so they made themselves look like raccoons, rings above and below their eyes. I would laugh about them with my best friend Sandy until June, when she got adopted. I had picked up money from the ground that I spotted and collected money from wishing fountains when nobody was around. I had made a whole twelve dollars in one month. I went out to the local dollar store and bought two sketch pads, a box of pencils, some candy and a soda, then saved the other six dollars for another time. But back to July 11. I was walking down the stairs of the orphanage, when somebody came up from behind me and gave me a little push. I gasped and all the things I had bought (What was left of them at least) spilled out from my coat. You see, joy was not allowed at the Big Grab Variety orphanage. You had to be over sixteen to buy anything. I quickly scooped up what I could, but the candy, which always took a while to secure under my clothes wouldn’t stay put, so Michele, who pushed me picked in up and stuffed it in his pocket. I would have done the same, but I didn’t have any pockets. They had been ripped of my coat.I sighed and continued down the stairs. Then sat at the table. There was a wide variety of food, or at least a wide variety of empty plates. Someone kept resetting my alarm clock so that when ever I got down stairs, all the good food was gone. What was left was the moldy scrambled eggs, the stale toast, and the clumpy milk. I grabbed some slightly brown tap water and sneaked an egg from the fridge then hopped up the stairs to get dressed. I pulled on my spaghetti strap cami that the only orphan to ever get old enough to leave gave me, and some hand-me-down shorts that were given to me also by the orphan. I ran down the stairs with my sketch pad and pencils hidden in a Wal-Mart bag. I walked casually down the hot Phoenix Arizona streets with my egg in my pocket. I took a swig of my water then poured it on the street and watched it disappear. I finally reached my destination. The park. The park was a large grassy area with a few vendors set up, a swing set and slide where the lucky kids with parents got to play, and a lake. I would walk around and find something to draw. I found it after a while, a patch of wild flowers. It hade so many different varieties of flowers, I couldn’t count them all. I sat on a nearby bench and began sketching. My photo was, in the end, a masterpiece. I looked at it then sighed and leaned back. I closed my eyes and imagined an amazing life with a loving family, and not having to wake up early just to get a meal. Oh! That reminded me of the egg I had. I grabbed it and walked to the statue in the middle of the park. It hap a big metal plate that told about it at its feet and got extremely hot. I cracked the egg on it and listened to the sizzle. I grabbed my hidden spatula and waited for the bottom side to turn brown. I flipped it then grabbed it. I re-buried my spatula and then ate my egg. It was crunchy with little specks of dirt. I looked at the grand clock mounted close by and saw it was time for the rest of the day. 1:00. The rest of the day was when we had to lay quietly in our beds. I started to run, not wanting to be late for this again. Last time I was late, I was on toilet duty for two weeks I think it was, using my toothbrush. I had gotten about halfway back, when a voice called my name. I froze. I looked for the source, but couldn’t find it. Then out of no where, someone grabbed me from behind and covered my mouth. He whispered in my ear “Scream and I’ll kill you.” Then he took me to a car. He shoved me in then climbed in next to me. At this point things get really foggy. He told someone something, and then did something to my arm to make it go numb then knock me out. When I woke up, I was on a beach, my bag next to me. All I could see for miles was sand and forest. And I was hot. The sun beat down on me, causing beads of sweat to form above my brow. I stood up quickly, hoping to find the person who put me here. But the only thing that succeeded in doing was making my vision turn black and causing me to get so dizzy I fell down. Standi
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