The first few parts of this have just been typed up on my phone for over a year, so I thought I might as well continue it and get a full story out of it. Hope people enjoy it. All and every criticism welcome :) ~Jedi Rose
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Finally the day had arrived, where I become what people would class as a 'young adult'. Most people still class me as a child -even more so on account of my small stature- but now I can throw their words back in their faces. Sweet sixteen. Most people say it's truly when your life begins, but honestly I'm not feeling any difference so far. Life is great, don't get me wrong, but I always thought that I could do something more worthwhile, or try harder in what I do best (which is swimming so I guess that doesn't exactly get me anywhere). But hey, you've just got to keep going, keep sticking at stuff.
I sigh and open my eyes, squinting in the first morning light that my closed curtains still somehow manages to let through. It's the bright, white kind of light, which means that the sunlight is reflecting off of a fresh layer of snow. I groan and push myself up against the pillows, taking care that my duvet and doesn't fall down and expose my pale skin to the freezing air slicing through my room.
Every year on my birthday, for as long as I could remember, there has been snow on the ground. Yesterday when the ground was still open to the skies, I thought once, maybe once, this year would be different, but perhaps not. Stupid English weather. Sighing, I check my alarm clock placed precariously on the edge of my bedside table, crammed with random note on scraps of paper, a few swimming badges and one or two mini Lego sets. The glowing digital figures spell out the numbers 4:18. No wonder I feel shattered. I slouch back down under my duvet and cram a cushion over my head, squeezing the darkness back in.
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