~Mel Bel's Scrapbook~

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Cover Page:

~Melissa Katherine Luxe~

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First Page:

What's New Pussy Cats

STAFF POSITIONS

There's Stella, my fluffy kitty cat. I took her with
me from the farm back home. I just couldn't seem
to part with my baby.
Stella is two years old. We adopted her from the local
shelter that was just down the road. She was only a
tiny kitten back then. Stella and her whole litter of
siblings had been turned over to the shelter because
the owner of their mother had not expected a litter of kittens.
But luckily we were adopting a new pet that day. The
second I saw Stella, I knew I had to adopt her. So, now
Stella is my cat.


This is my other kitty, Momo. Her name means "peaches" in Japanese. We got her a year before we had gotten Stella. She was originally a barn cat, but Mom liked her so much that she kept her as an indoor cat.

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Second Page:

Home on The Range


This was one of the last pictures I took of the house.
Mom and Dad gave me the whole basement to
myself. I did a lot of customizing and decorating
during my Summers if I wasn't hanging out with
friends or taking care of the horses.



My room was pretty awesome. I had a TV in there
right next to my bed. It was awesome. The room
was tucked away behind the main room in the
basement. I liked it because it gave me a ton of
privacy.

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Third Page:

Where The Green Grass Grows
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STAFF POSITIONS

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I loved the pastures. They were so big and the grass
was so tall during the spring that it covered my
knees. The horses quickly gobbled it up though. I
still love watching the horses graze in their pasture.
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Fourth Page:

Be Be Be My BFF

This is my best friend, Meagan. We were attached at the hip for every year since kindergarten. She knew every thought that went through my head and I knew every emotion that had ever been felt by her. We were like twins with a telepathic connection.
But then came the day when the application my mom sent out to Hollow Aspen came back. I had been accepted and mom was soon having me pack my bags. Meagan helped me pack, but I knew she was on the brink of crying. We both ended up saying tearful goodbyes the next day as I was about to be sent off. I still miss Meagan terribly, but the phone calls and video chat requests I get every two days help us catch up on everything.