Gone
Millie German, 13
She’d gone. Gone out. This was my chance, to be gone. I clutched my mane and my long
fuchsia gown, then hopped out of the huge, bricked window. Rapidly, my heart was beating
out of my chest and tears of excitement filled my eyes. I dived downwards to freedom. I
felt like I was flying; I was free. Until I stopped, halfway down my tower, I’d stopped.
Dangling there, dangling by my hair. I was stuck and the witch would be back anytime
soon. If she finds me escaping this prison, my death will not be a pleasant one. The more I
struggled the more agonising my scalp became.
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