Natalie Rosebud POV
I drop the mug I'm holding, and barely notice as it crashes to the floor, shattering into hundreds of tiny pieces.
"Honey what's wrong?" I hear my mom call from the other room.
I can't move, I can't even breathe, as I stare at the TV screen.
My mom, I can feel her, standing right next to me.
That, and the fact that I know she's looking at the same thing I'm looking at right now, are the only things I notice besides the screen.
There, standing on a, what I believe to be, three story building, is a girl.
Not just any girl...me.
She's an exact replica of myself, freckled body, orange blossom colored hair and the same turquoise blue/green eyes I see on my face every time I look in a mirror.
There are some differences between the girl and I, she's less pudgy than I am, her skin a little dull, and the biggest difference, the fact that she's on the roof a building, ready to jump to her death.
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This is my Time {Complete}
Short StoryTwo girls.... trying to survive.... bullying, abuse, even suicide. Will they give up, or will they find hope as their lives take an interesting turn of events?
