On the morning of my 16th birthday, I woke up, cold and shivering, submerged in a bush in my local park. I softly hummed "happy birthday" to myself as I sat up and tried to figure out what I should do. As I did this, a face popped up in front of me. He was in his thirties, unshaven and wearing patched up, brown clothes. He looked as though he was a chimney sweep from Mary Poppins.
"Gooood mornin', princess!" he chirped cheerily to me. I stifled a scream and slowly moved back.
"I was wonderin' when you'd wake up," he continued. "Was beginnin' to feel a bit lonely, I was!" He scratched the back of his head and moved his arm as though he was going to help me up. I went to kick him, as I didn't know who this strange man was. I figured he was some sort of wacko, hobo character. As I kicked him, I twisted up, ignoring his choked gasp, and broke into a jog.
"No, no, wait up!"
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Echoes
Teen FictionWhen Elle turns 16, she starts to realise how right her batshit crazy mother actually is, and has to embark on a weird and wild adventure to Brazil to speak with the only man in the world who knows how to fix her.
