>DAY TWO "Dad, look! The statues of the Fallen!"

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>>138379591
>DAY TWO (cont)

The hostel was a dusty but cozy building with a wooden frame and rickety light bulb setups hanging off the ceiling, clearly installed after LED's had become a scarcity after the Great Crash. Each family took their time unpacking their belongings from their vehicles, and steadily they found their way to their designated rooms. The convoy leader stood firmly outside the hostel front door, making sure the last of the families got inside. His vision caught Anna dropping her notebook from her bag, which she carried in a clumsy fashion.
"You might want to pick up that diary of yours" Convoy leader said to her as she turned around to see what it was about. "Unless you want us to read it." He had the slightest smirk on his face like he usually does when pulling someones leg.
"It's not a diary!" Anna said as he picked up her notebook. "It's a drawing book for animals".
Convoy leader turned his expression to surprised. "Oh is that so? You might want to draw your father in there, he is quite the animal when dealing with the Lefties."
Annas father watched the interaction slightly amused but expressionless. Anna grabbed his half-open bag tightly with a touch of red on her cheeks as she hastily made her way past the convoy leader and through the front door. Her father stopped outside the door and turned around to watch the Fallen statues, rising on top of the steep mountain view covered by coniferous forest.
"We'll rest today. We had a long trip. Tomorrow we hike to the statues" convoy leader said, still looking at the view.
"Do you think she's still hurt?" Annas father said, also continuing to gaze forward.
"Anna? She will make it. She's strong. Just look at her father."
Annas father opened his lips slightly as if to say something, but closed them as no words came out.
"We all lost people back there. We have each other. That's what matters" convoy leader continued. "Lunch is at 12. Get some rest, Father."

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>(Reposting) DAY ONE

"Dad, do you remember when Trump was president?"
Anna looked at her father for a moment before his attention caught up with the question.
"Do I remember? Sure do I remember. Why would you ask that?
She noticed herself reasoning her question for a moment, only succeeding in raising more thoughts in her puzzled mind while circling around the answer. Her golden hair flickered in the wind while she rode with her father in the back of an open roofed mini-van, occasionally driving over bumps on the off-road terrain.
"I mean... what was it like back then?"
She had little success looking for clues on her fathers facial expression, as he gently tried to find a comfortable way to cross his fingers.
"Different. It was different, Anna."
He continued to gaze at his own fingers for a moment before raising his head to meet her daughters blue eyes, that had the kind of innocence not jaded by seeing too many things that were not intended for the human eye to see.

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>(reposting) DAY ONE cont

The van drove in the front of the convoy that was headed to the statues of the Fallen, the monument for the heroes who stood up for the White Folk when evil had grasped the whole western world. It was the first day of the spiritual week of Belaya, the nation in the north that formed as a refugee land for all people of the White Folk that wanted to be saved. Anna's father rested his eyes on the passing landscape, with a hidden anxiety under his calm expression. They would pray, rest and celebrate for the duration of the week, to pay respect to those who deserve it, but Anna's demeanor gave a hint that she was more interested in the celebration part more than anything.
"Do you think we might get Mombies this weekend?". Her voice started to resemble a childs while waiting for Santa, even though she was well in her teenage years.
"You're still too young for that" her father answered rather quickly, as he was sensing a buildup of too much expectation in her manners.
"But all my friends are doing Mombies!" she let out decisively as she crossed her arms, only to calm down seconds later as she knew there was no arguing with her father. Almost in a periodical fashion, the van drove over bumps, every now and then making the passangers adjust their sitting position.
"Too young..." her father continued quietly by himself, as she had already turned her attention away and put on her headphone buds, arms still crossed.

The fuck is this shit vikingbro?

>>138379591
I've been refreshing the catalogue waiting for this. Good job anon.

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>>138382415
Thanks so much, your words mean alot to me. This is probably all I have for today, it's pretty tiring writing this on my phone since I don't have a computer. I'll continue with the next chapter someday, sometime, you'll know when you see "DAY THREE" in the catalog. Much love senpai :3

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>>138382188
It's a fan-fiction for white skinned folks.

>>138379591
How old is Anna? Is she a virgin? Does she like BBC?

>>138384376
I cant wait for the next islam show of peace in Finland.

>>138384376
She's 15 years old and stay away from her you mongol. T.op