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The sharp blinding light searing through my house. A pale figure grabbing, twisting and a scream. The water hit my skin like bullets as I sat all alone in the rain on my seventh birthday.
The thick smog of London choked me as I scrambled helplessly in the sea of coats. I tightened my pristine braids strangled by my whalebone corset. Sauntering into the room, I received commands from my grandparents which were constant reminders of the things that I lost.
" Lyrya do your laundry!" Shouted grandma.
" Make me!" I retorted.
Whenever I was forced to do something, that was my escape. Everyone resented me and I loved it. Escalating the stairs to my room, I hovered around taking in the warm glow and ringing bells of the shop. Both were unknown to me.
Slamming the door behind me, I savoured the lingering echo. Pulling out my bows and unloading my shoes, I scowled. All my grandparents wanted me to do is help out with the dusting in the pen shop.
Except now it was my turn to show them what I was capable of. Staring out of my framed window, I pinpointed my guiding light the lighthouse. Looking down at my retro typewriter, I started my journey.
The thick smog of London choked me as I scrambled helplessly in the sea of coats. I tightened my pristine braids strangled by my whalebone corset. Sauntering into the room, I received commands from my grandparents which were constant reminders of the things that I lost.
" Lyrya do your laundry!" Shouted grandma.
" Make me!" I retorted.
Whenever I was forced to do something, that was my escape. Everyone resented me and I loved it. Escalating the stairs to my room, I hovered around taking in the warm glow and ringing bells of the shop. Both were unknown to me.
Slamming the door behind me, I savoured the lingering echo. Pulling out my bows and unloading my shoes, I scowled. All my grandparents wanted me to do is help out with the dusting in the pen shop.
Except now it was my turn to show them what I was capable of. Staring out of my framed window, I pinpointed my guiding light the lighthouse. Looking down at my retro typewriter, I started my journey.