進撃 | A book of small stories

Rollin'.

Rolling.

Something I can't do. No matter how hard I try. People try to help, but they can't. No matter what, I still can't roll.

My family can roll properly, and they've all been able to do it. Well, when they get older they have to stop.

But still, I'm the only one. I'm alone in this.

They gave me the nickname Rollin' Girl after how many times I've tried to roll, and sadly failed. I never really cared for the small name, and pushed it off as a normal one.
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I have scars all over my body, and they hurt. I've tried everything.
-Rolling on the mats at school
-Rolling around on the floor
-Rolling down stairs
But, I still have one more idea

The hill near the next city

It sounds stupid, but it isn't. If I can do this, I can prove I'm normal. My friend tagged along, in hopes of cheering me up if I fail.

"Are you done yet?"

"Just a little more!"

I kept rolling. And rolling.
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Occasionally, I would stop with my legs. Now, I'm almost at the end.

I hear him call my name, and I fall on the last part. On my feet.

I did it! I stumble over a little, and finally fall down.

"Mika! Oh my god, call an ambulance!"
I hear him say, when I fall on the ground, huffing air and injured like there's no tomorrow.
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That, was horrible. I've never seen so much cringe in my life...;3;
Never again!!!!!