She was doing nothing but sitting on the floor for weeks. I was starting to get worried for her. She drew a little picture. It was so cute. The character looked so friendly so innocent.
After a while I noticed she was hiding the drawing in different places around the house. She despised it and it was obvious.
Last time i saw it, its innocent smile faded, the color was smeared and looked like somebody grabbed a machine and sucked the color out but did a terrible job and made a mess.
About a month later I heard a strange noise. It was like, ripping up a paper? I slowly approached her room and saw something disappointing.
She tore up her own creation. After abusing it for all those years. She finally did the final blow. "Its not my fault its not perfect. They did this." She said quietly.
I walked over to the picture and picked it up. Its innocent smile was no longer there. Such a sad sight
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Short Crappy Stories
Kısa HikayeIm just bored and writing small stories. I dont care if you read them or not. Theyre just here.
