Seventeen.

SEVENTEEN
She didn't understand why everyone seemed to fade away. She is just 17. She is such a baby. She needs to grow up a little.
It's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years. She would tell them HER story. But why. They wouldn't listen. She is only 17.
She is suffering. No, she's happy. She is grateful. She thanks God for what she has. She doesn't complain. It's just wanting a life.
She can't seem to know people in this town. They are aliens.
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She is sitting outside of café with her friend, drinking her cappuccino and smoking a cigaret…