Preface:
"Hickory, dickory, dock.
The mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck one. The mouse ran down.
Hickory, dickory, dock."
~Mother Goose Rhymes
~*~ Prologue ~*~
"Rose. That's what I'll call her.
It's such a pretty name... for such a pretty woman.
Rose, my beautiful creation,
Awake..."
Those were the first words I ever heard from my maker.
She's just a young child – but she has the heart and mind of a grown woman.
We've grown so close.
...It's as if the two of us are one...
She so longs to be like how she made me:
Strong, wise, kind, and courageous.
But she can't.
She's trapped within herself.
She appears to be a child – so no one will let her be anything more.
She comes here often.
Sometimes, I think, too often.
But it's such a relief for her.
Our adventures allow her to forget the loneliness of her confined reality.
I guess you could say, I am her escape...
YOU ARE READING
~ Before the Clock Struck One ~
Teen FictionGypsy has had a secret since she was little; a world of her own making that, until now, has remained separate from her usual existence. Now her imagination takes her reality for a wild ride when she gets attacked by a fellow student. Call it coping;...
