CINDERTHRILLA
Amy Kirkpatrick , 13
The ball was abhorrent, I let my depression obstruct my contentment. The noble heir didn't
comprehend my mental state of mind. I knew I had to leave... SMASH! As my glass slipper
tumbled down the stairs. Sprinting into the woods, my feet were scratching off stray
twigs which were taking a nap on the bleak, rotting ground. Trees as tall as skyscrapers
peered upon me as if I was a peasant begging for their scraps. I saw the light at the end of
the tunnel, was it the deadline of the woodland? or the gateway to hell... I suddenly awoke​.
Grasping onto reality, hands reached before my face lifting me out of the depths of my
despair. I put up a facade of normality across my face as a shield protecting me from the
demons that stood in front of my limply layed body.
At least you tried...
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