Little Heart
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My soft, wavy brown hair, rippled in the wind.
My legs shaking with excitement, almost knocking down the rickety boxes I am standing on.
I gaze on the children playing on the playground not so far from here.
Mommy says, that I'm not normal, and that I cant have friends. My arms now lifting my weight, as I lean out of the small open window. To small to fit through. I giggled with excitement as I stared at the now laughing children. They were playing the floor is lava.
The wind came rushing through the window, and was about to knock me over. I tightened my grip on the old rusty window. I jumped at the sudden clatter of plates on the floor. I looked around the dark, abandoned room, only to sigh in relief when my eyes spotted the rat scattering around the floor playfully.
I turned around happily, only to let out a slight cry at the sight of the kids being scolded by what seemed like a parent.
I sighed and couldn't help but let out a loud scream when the boxes began tumbling over.
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