I stepped into the slimy muddy pond...the lily pads surround my feet as I step deeper. A weed tangled around my feet and Attached to me. I try to pull free...I tug but it pulls me under. I yank hard and it free's me. Little did I realise I was falling back until my head hit the rock. Agony and pain hit, worse then a thousand knifes stabbing through my head. The voices surround me.
'Are you ok'
'Wake up'
And then the last voice I heard was the cry of my little sister.
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Lilypads
AcakA young girl has lost her memory and all she can remember is the lily pads.
