"Welcome to your new home, Michelle." Was the last thing I remember hearing a person say besides what I say in my head, I'm really lonely here, what do you expect?
I don't understand why they sent me here. I haven't done anything wrong, is it because I'm different? Because I don't have two full arms? Is that why where ever it went before they took me here every body would scream for help? I am as kind as anyone else, I am still a human. I still have a brain, a heart, a body, (which works perfectly,) I don't understand. "Why must they run?" I whisper to myself, and then I hear a door open. I am not sure why anyone would come here and it's not time for them to deliver my food... "MICHELLE GET OVER HERE!" I hear a loud voice say. "Yes sir," I respond politely. I run over there immediately.
"Yes?" I say as loud as I can, which is not that loud. "This is Vivian, she will stay here with you." As soon as he says that she will be with me I ran behind the man to hide because I am not that comfortable around new people
anymore. But then I peek out and look at her, she looks like me with two arms...strange. I then thought to myself about where I may have seen her before but no. I reach out to shake her hand, but she just looked at my hand and stood still, she shows no movement. What? I tap her hand, it feels like my mechanical arm "Why does she not move...and why does her hand feel like metal?" I ask "That arm is mechanical like yours, only, you can't see it." He replies. "Go show Vivian around please Michelle." "Yes sir" I respond again politely.
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Detached
Teen FictionA story of a girl who's left arm got detached from her body but that is not all she struggles with. Michelle Boyle was sent away from her family, hometown, and all other people besides another girl named Vivian Austin who has quite a few personal is...
