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rainbowsprkls • 21 November 2015 at 9:11 PM

There was once a small girl she had blonde hair. Skin almost as pale as a ghost. And an attitude her Aunt would never have. But this girl never acted like any of the other kids she... she was .... just...just different.

secreteggent • 26 November 2015 at 9:39 PM

It was a strange different. She carried an air of familiarity around her, even among strangers, yet something was off. It was a subtle feeling, as if everything in one's home was where it should be, except shifted to the left an inch. Such a feeling was exuded off of her constantly, leaving strangers and friends alike feeling wary around her.

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queens • 27 November 2015 at 9:12 AM

@rainbowsprkls @secreteggent

She dearly wished she could just be normal. That she could act like everyone else. That people would actually look her in the eyes and see just a normal girl, living a normal life. Every night she would look up at the stars hopefully, but her wishes remained ignored. People would still look at her as if she was some failed experiment, and close off from her completely.

Everything felt off, no matter what she did or tried. It wasn't just that she didn't belong in this house, in this area, in this place. It was almost as she didn't belong in this world at all.

But she was sadly used to it. She was used to being an outcast, an outsider, rejected by all. Yet she could still hope... Hope for a better day, better life, and an answer to the question that has been nagging her for her entire life. Who, or what is she?

pbarr • 27 November 2015 at 6:18 PM

@rainbowsprkls @secreteggent @queens

Eventually, though, the constant feeling of rejection wore the poor girl down. She felt as though the only way to rid herself of this feeling, of the dirty looks, of her status as an outsider, was to go on a journey. She always did wonder what happened to her parents, and why she was forced to live with her insufferable aunt.

So on a pitch-black night when her aunt was fast asleep, the girl packed her belongings in a satchel and climbed out of her bedroom window.

raccoon • 27 November 2015 at 6:34 PM

@rainbowsprkls @secreteggent @queens @pbarr

The girl shivered, goosebumps erupting on her pale arms as she hurried down the street. She honestly didn't expect the town to be this eerie at night. Each alleyway she passed brought terrible thoughts of what could possibly be lurking in the shadows, just waiting for her to step too close. Every little sound made her nearly jump out of her skin.

Glancing around she spotted a bench resting underneath a bright lamp post across the street. Her eyes lit up at once, the bright light from the lamp post bringing her a lovely feeling of safety. Without even hesitating she jumped off the curb and quickly headed toward it.

(Sorry if my writing is a bit sub-par! ^.^ I haven't written in a while.)

pbarr • 27 November 2015 at 6:49 PM

@rainbowsprkls @secreteggent @queens @raccoon

Sitting herself down on the bench, the girl's stomach suddenly grumbled. She rummaged through her satchel, and found a bag of gummy bears. As she popped bear after bear into her mouth, the girl realized that this was the safest she has felt in a long time. Even if the only thing to keep her company was the stars, the girl felt comfortable, as if she has found her peace with the world.

Then, the full weight of her situation hit her once again. The brief feeling of peace disappeared as quickly as it came. She asked herself:

queens • 27 November 2015 at 7:12 PM

@rainbowsprkls @secreteggent @pbarr @raccoon

She sat there for a while, shivering in the cold of the darkness. A single tear drop fell from her cheek, glistening silver in the moonlight and soaking soundlessly in the ground below.

Slowly her sobs began to fade away, and silence once again overtook the night. A dull emptiness filled her.

She rose shakily to her feet, clutching her satchel tightly as if she held it tight enough all of this would just fade away, and she would be done with this horrible nightmare. Wiping tears from her moist cheek she started slowly walking again, mostly because it was one of the only things she could do in this hopeless situation.

secreteggent • 27 November 2015 at 8:00 PM

@rainbowsprkls @pbarr @raccoon @queens

The emptiness felt like a gaping hole in her chest, quietly expanding, aching, and breaking away everything around it. She no longer felt the need to cry; she just felt hurt. Hurt and empty and angry. This wasn't fair.

This wasn't the world she wanted to live in. This wasn't the life she asked for. This wasn't the life she would continue to lead.

Her head throbbed. She clenched her jaw and narrowed her eyes. She kept walking.

Rage shook her small frame, sending tremors all the way to her clenched fingertips. A bubble--burning, acidic, angry--grew inside the hole in her chest. She felt it expand, felt the immense pressure in her throat when there were no more crevices to fill, before she made it burst with a scream.

Wails filled the air as she screamed and shouted and cursed her existence. She yelled at the heavens, demanding answers as to why her life was like this.

The stars stared down at her in silence.

raccoon • 29 November 2015 at 2:45 AM

@secreteggent @rainbowsprkls @pbarr @queens

She yelled and yelled until she could yell no more. Her throat felt dry and rough, like sandpaper, and she cursed quietly in a hoarse voice.

How long had she been walking?

She wished she knew. She /would/ have checked her phone but her aunt never gave her the luxury of owning one.

'It's not like you would have anyone to talk to.' she could mentally hear her snapping.

Stumbling over her feet occasionally, the poor girl was so tired she could barely keep her head up. She had to find somewhere to sit down, at least for a few minutes. Spotting a small covered bus station, she faltered in her war against sleep. The fatigue from her long night crashing down on her like a pile of bricks.