Miles awakes on a bed, with bright sunshine yellow sheets, and fluffed pillows. "What-" she begins to say, when a pudgy woman in her late 40's bursts in. "Good morning sweet pea!" she gleams at weak Miles' disturbed facials. "We have breakfast ready." she chants. "Who are you?" Miles retorts. "You're not my Mother." Miles accuses. The woman fumes. "Yes I am." Miles shakes her sweaty hair and head. "YOU WILL CALL ME YOU'RE MOTHER OR YOU WILL HAVE CONSEQUENCES!" she yells, as Miles begins to shake. "Now, understood?" 'Mother' smiles again. "Yes." Miles squeaks. "Yes Mother Hen." the woman tells. "Yes M-mother Hen." Miles stutters. "Now come for breakfast." If introductions were this bad, what would breakfast be like?
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Miles Away
HorrorI sit lifeless in the corner, My heart beating rapidly in my chest. I rest my heavy, sunk in eyelids, I'm so tired. Hopefully she won't find me in here. There's a sudden "BANG!" beneath my feet. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Miles Avery is a...
