The class continued. So did her dreams. Her teacher noticed her, but she was tired of the whole class making fun of Abigail everytime she was pointed out and so she let it pass. That girl, the teacher wondered, so amazing yet so conserved. Sigh.
Abigail's dreams had no limits. They were her way to escape the horrific reality. Often she would pen them down and show them to Ms.Natalie. She was amazed, not only at her neverending imagination but the sense of maturity her stories had. But Abigail never let her stories go up on a higher level. She didn't want the world to know. She was happy in providing her miss the privilege to read them. But the world, alas, had only been cruel to her and hence was underprivileged.
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The Girl Who Loved The Shadows
Teen FictionWe all know someone who would rather stay home on friday nights, who would rather marry her bed who would choose hot chocolate over alcohol each and everytime, who walks alone in the corridor with her head down in quick long strides, who is not intr...
