I put on my dress, and walked across the floor until I heard the satisfying sound of the stream as it flowed carefully around the rocks. I grabbed hold of my flask and held it into the water. I watched as the fresh, clear liquid flowed into the cold metal container. While I waited, I washed my feet in the ice cold water, being careful not to let them go numb. Eventually, my flask was full. Eventually, my feet were clean. Eventually, I knew I had to return.
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Teen FictionMy father never did like me. He said I was a mistake. It's not my fault I was born. I wasn't the one to get mum pregnant. Dad wanted a boy. Someone who would look up to him. Someone who would share his interests. Someone to keep the family name. W...
