The last drop of water falls from the tap to complete my giant body. I am full of water, I know because I hear the water swishing inside of me. Desperately I clench the sink and try pull myself out! I turn to the mirror in front of me. How did I get here? As I plod down the stairs I feel lost, almost as though I have been alive once before. I try to go for a stroll, but I am shouted at because I am different. I thought being different means you are special, but from
this experience I know it means I can’t be accepted.By Jessica Down
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Thanks for puting my story up! - JESSICA
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