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Jackson 2036
The word again seemed to be stuck with me...everything is in a cycle. Wake up, water plants, craft, write, sleep. It never was boring to me since it was only ME here. Tommy and Maria came to check up every week. That was nice ... till I grew older. I wish they would come back and checkup. There was a reason I survived this long and I'm going to live it long. Father helped me learn. Now I'm going to put these skills to work But I'm happy. Being by myself is what makes me happy.
—𝓓𝓢 DEVON remembered the first day she arrived in Jackson like the back of her hand. It was the worst day of her life. It was the worst feeling. Furthermore, it broke the girl's heart into pieces each time she had that nightmare. Nightmares for years—it was her worst fear. Reliving the that moment, her father was taken away from her for good. Of course, Devon had all her support from the town's citizens, but it was not enough.
She wanted her father.
Devon doing her everyday routine, eyes glued to the pile of ripped clothes in her lap. Her hands were steady with the thread and needle, sewing pieces of yellow fabric around the waistband of the dress. This time, it was yellow with a tad bit of orange, giving the illusion of a sunset.
The girl was going to have so much fun with this new outfit. Dancing in a field of tall grass and tiny, pretty flowers that catch her dashing eyes. The field where it was off limits—it had a bunch of colorful patterns of flowers there. She cared about the pretty colors, the smell, but mostly how they danced with the wind. She was smart. Talented with big dreams in a screwed-up world.
