I briskly gulped down my breakfast without tasting it and dunked the empty bowl into the dishwasher which I knew I wouldn't be seeing many more times. I glanced at the Sherlock calendar hung on top of the oven as I strolled out of the kitchen into the living room again. Now my mother's canvas caught a likeness of the fiery leaves in the forest in Autumn. Again, my mother spoke, this time facing the painting.
"Done? Now off you go to pack your stuff. "
"How about you? I don't see you packing our stuff. " I rejected.
"Oh. The things that I can pack are already in the garden in brown cardboard boxes. I'm waiting for you to finish up packing so you can help me with those that I can't deal with on my own. "
I nodded my approval and journeyed back through the corridor and up the stairs. A tint of sadness wielded me for a moment as I ascended on the steps. There's still three weeks I could see this house, until then, it's unlikely that see it again. I couldn't believe that my 9 years spent here would only be a memory after three weeks, and three weeks, I realised for the first time, it was an incredibly short time.
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Winged Girl
FanfictionThis is a life story of a girl who has been bullied for her whole life. Why? That's just because her name was special. Or was it? Never give up on yourself, you know you have the ability to do what is right. Fight for what you deserve and don't col...
