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Rated: E · Sample · Fantasy · #2094463
A young girl living in the countryside discovers a fantastical world.
“Mom, I’m bored!” said Deboorah screaming; in the solitude of her mind. She was too sweet a child to ever raise her voice to her parents in that manner, and so she never would have. She appreciated having her mind for this reason. She had been brought up with much propriety. True, it was something quite commendable and her parents where quite proud of it too. But when a child of only 13 years of age like Deboorah is so proper to the point of not being allowed to “be a child”, then proper can often times seem…, improper.

“I just want to bake cookies with someone other than my dolls… is that so much to ask?” said Deboorah once again in her mind as she pressed her hands against her cheeks and pouted. Pouting was allowed, when her parents weren’t looking of course. Ironically convenient her parents were never looking. “By God! Did you see the way she looked in that dress?! Quite the disaster.” gagged her mother Mrs. Gairdin on a fancy pearly white corded phone with a female friend about some misfortunate celebrity. Looking like the stay-at-home mom prototype and dressed in an exquisite emerald green sweater and polka dot skirt that perfectly complimented her long red hair up in a pony tail and fair skin covered in freckles, she paced from one end of her charmingly immaculate kitchen to the other; motioning her body with perfect poise and grace. Anyone who would have seen her in this form would have sworn they were looking at the queen of the land herself handling matters of state. It was a sight to see, indeed.

“She’s always on that phone.” continued Deboorah in her mind while pressing her elbows angrily against the kitchen wooden table and looking straight into space. “I bet the phone would bake cookies with me if she gave him a break.” she concluded her thought, looking defeated from a ragged old silly chair where she sat hunched over to the table.

To be continued.
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