I find myself in the kitchen the next morning. Knives have thrown themselves all over the floor, and there's shattered glass everywhere I step. I look around and spot myself in the reflection of the glass, and smile. "Hi, Evelyn," I say, proudly.
I go on a long drive.
Walking up stairs, I look up and see a sign --
"West Oaks University"
I smile. Let's give this another go, Evelyn.
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Evelyn
Short StoryThis is a short story I had to write for school, based off an image we were given. I hope you like it.
