Stella wasn't just a "star". An Etiole or as some people call it. Them. Her. She was ny star. The only one to ever watch over me. She protected me whenever i got hurt, and never complained about it. She was. is, and always will be the big sister that I really nevr got to have. She was awesome. Inside and out. She was a beautiful star. The most beautiful out of the bunchHer face was long and elegant, like a dancers face, always having the most beatiful smile. And her smile was the best of it all. She had the whitest, straightes teeth I had ever seen. But tht was before she died. She died in the way that I would and always will regret her doing. She died protercting her "little sister". Me. And til this day I can still see her picture in my mind, the beautiful and wonderful Stella the Great. This is her story.
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