Question by MusicIsMySoul64: Rate this story so far from 1-10?
OK so I have been writing this story just for fun. Some of my friends have read it and they tell me it is really good, but I don’t know if that’s just because they don’t want to hurt my feelings or if they mean it. It is a story about this 16 yr old girl (Rebecca) living in NY, and she realizes that she is missing (she was abducted by her parents at a young age, too young for her to remember this). The whole story is about her trying to find her family. Tell me what you think about what I have written so far! (Note that I am only 13, and this is some of my best writing ever.)

Prologue
My head was pounding. This isn’t even possible. Not logical. I mean really, how much sense does that make? I go to the grocery store, and apparently I’m missing? Lost? Yeah, sure. Society expects me to believe that…that my “parents” aren’t really my rightful guardians?
My conscience tried to give a reasonable, common-sense-in-mind solution. Maybe its not you. So she looks kinda similar. This is not something you should be worked up about. Just find a way to calm down and relax. This girl doesn’t even look like you did when you were her age. Which is what, 3, maybe? It doesn’t matter.
I tried to listen and refrain from screaming. I probably already looked like an idiot, standing at the Missing Children center of the local grocery store, gawking at a picture of someone who I thought was myself. But how could any part of my being be saying that? Oh, it doesn’t matter! So what if she looks a LOT like you, and shares your name? The picture that is supposed to show you what you look like when you’re older even kinda looks like me! How can I still think that everything I’ve ever been told isn’t a lie? Am I also one of twenty kids? Am I some special “chosen one” in another universe? I can’t even bear to think about what my God-given name is.
Now, those of you reading this probably think I am delusional, or insane, or am some crazy psychopath. And I wouldn’t blame you if you thought that. But you must believe me. This is only the beginning of the nightmare I realized I couldn’t wake up from. Pinching would get me nowhere.
“Rebecca? Can we go now? We promised Mommy we would make breakfast! We have to leave now!” my brother Cody said, pulling on my shirt.
Cody had to drag me to our car and put the keys in the ignition so we could return home. If he hadn’t, not only would I have looked stupid, but we wouldn’t have made it home.

Chapter One
And here my story begins.
Or does it start here? That I still can’t figure out. I’m still a bit discombobulated from the shell shock of not knowing my family that really is of blood relation to me.
Maybe if I can crawl out of my hysterics I can tell you my story. The weird, well, weirdest I guess, part of this is that I hadn’t figured this out. They had pulled off their delicate, intricate plan in such a way that I would never have the slightest clue. Sure, I guess I kind of went along with it a bit too well, never asking to see my birth certificate, verify my Social Security number. It’s not like that wouldn’t have made them suspicious from the get-go. I had been told so many times that I had shared such a close resemblance to my “mother”, or so she wanted me to think. Friends of mine had told me that they could never decipher the voices on the other end of the phone line when they called.
You don’t have any proof. Maybe it’s a nightmare. Clearly the irony of the situation could only be portrayed in a dream, the voice said. You’ll wake up Sunday morning, realize it’s the 30th of November, and that this is all…I tuned my conscience out. I couldn’t bear to speak of it, especially when I was racking my brain trying to figure out who I really must be, if I have even a faint memory of my parents’ smile, their persona, charm… what am I saying? This is crazy! I would have remembered the changes I went through, the life I left behind for what I have now, the one that I am trying to remember is the only one I’ve ever had.
I woke up to the sound of my cell phone’s alarm blaring, my eyelids barely maintaining the ability to remain open. I swatted blindly at my empty desk where I assumed my cell phone would be to find it dangling by its charger cord. Once I was too bored to continue sitting with nothing to occupy the time I often waste, I put my feet on the ground and walked out of my room toward the kitchen. I grabbed my usual piece of almost-burnt toast and walked into the 17° air of Glens Falls, the city I loved more than anywhere in the world. Not for any stupid meaningful reason, just because I had never heard of a place greater than this.
I ran out to the mailbox, insanely enough, to realize that mail didn’t come this early in the morning, and hurried inside to sit by the fire, my feet numb with the frigid atmosphere. I stopped myself b

Best answer:

Answer by Sarah
5…
It’s just that it’s a little too immature. I’ll tell you the truth and you might not like it, but I have to say that it’s a little too cliche. I’ve seen the same plot in so many places that it’s sickening. Please go brainstorm for a few days and then write. It will be beneficial to you if you come up with an original plot.

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