Sarah, or Sarah Wilson, was a 19-year-old teenager. She has nothing better to do than attend high school. But it was Saturday, and she was staring at herself in the mirror, as she always was. "I wish I was pretty," she voiced herself. Her friends, on the other hand, all told her that she was the prettiest of them all. Either Sarah or her friends were the ones who were lying. She had never wanted to date anyone because she had never met anyone who was her type of person, but she had a lot of boys fall in love with her. Wait, let's go back to the previous track. So it was Sarah who was lying about her lack of beauty.
Something was going to happen to Sarah that she had no idea about. Sarah was a happy soul because she had everything she wanted, but that was about to change. "Life is only two days long," Sarah reasoned, "so I'm going to try to grin a little more, because who knows what will happen tomorrow."
Life is beautiful, and everything around us is beautiful, so what we see in everything around us is life. If I include such sentences in my story, it will be nothing short of a history book. But wait, Sarah enjoys reading history books. In her book racks, you can see that 75% of the books were about history.
Even when her eyes were open, Sarah was dreaming about her soulmate. Her Mr Perfect was someone else, like a comic book superhero. But something was going to happen soon, and it was bigger than the dull physics theories.
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A Letter From My Disease
Science Fictiona girl who gets a strange recurring lucid dream and how the journey of the dreams goes on with reality.
