A story I wrote to practice using my paranthasesies key/ But became very meaningfull

There was a girl who whose life was depressing because she never got to live it because it didn’t exist.

So there was a girl without a life (literally) and everyone made fun of her because she was different (well, no, not really. She must not have been very different from them if they made fun of her. No one who bullies has a life.) But she would smile and think about what the parenthesis had said. So she went on being non-existent.

But one day she met a nice man named Per- err, um, Carl, yes, his name was Carl. And this man didn’t have a life either. So they were wed and had two children named Fleur and Antoine. And they had a really fake big happy family.

At one point, this girl (now she is a mother of two…and more of a woman than a girl) decided to run for president. She new she would win; there had never been a president who led a descent life or had a clear conscience. But her life was led with decency and her conscience pure and true (mainly because they didn’t exist). And after much campaigning and voting and therapy sessions, she won!

Her first movement was to take away everyone’s life (for there own good, of course) and put the many lives in L.C.S (life containment systems) called “books”. These “books” had the stories of these people’s lives displayed on things called “pages”, which one could read with little effort.

Well, the people didn’t like this at all. So after the books were returned to their rightful owners, they threw the poor woman out of office. But when they read the books they saw themselves in a whole new light, and they thanked the woman for seeing the truth about them, even when they couldn’t see it in themselves.

Thus, they began jumping off cliffs like lemmings because they had seen the error of their ways, and because they had hurt the woman who had so greatly helped them. This continued until there were only young children left. And the woman and her husband fed them and taught them in the ways of good. And they learned how to differentiate between right and wrong. But the way the woman and her husband taught them was by reading the books of their ancestors.

Many years passed, and the young Fleur grew into a beautiful and smart ruler who treated everyone well. And her brother grew into the most prestigious teacher in all the land.

And the woman and her husband (now very old) sat on their deathbeds, reading the stories of their lives, and smiling just as peacefully as they deserved.

Fin.