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Once upon a time, in a cozy cottage nestled at the edge of a picturesque village, lived a little girl named Lily. Lily was a quiet and imaginative child, with big dreams and an even bigger heart. She had a doll named Rosie, a beautifully handcrafted doll with a porcelain face and curly golden hair.  Lily loved Rosie like a true friend. They would spend hours playing tea parties, exploring imaginary lands, and whispering secrets to each other. But there was something magical about Rosie that Lily could never quite explain. Whenever they were alone in Lily's room, Rosie's eyes seemed to twinkle mischievously, and her delicate fingers would move as if responding to Lily's conversations. One day, while Lily was engrossed in a captivating book, she heard a faint giggle from Rosie. She looked up to see Rosie sitting up on her own, a warm smile dancing on her porcelain lips. "Did you just laugh, Rosie?" Lily asked in amazement. The doll blinked her eyes, as if in respons...

The words spill across the paper seamlessly, like they were meant to be there. The scratch of his pen floods the air, mixing with the scritch-scratch of his fellow students. - and though sadness has overtaken me, there are too few friends left to tell this to. I have waited for my love, and waited, and waited, only for him to turn me away. The pain that I feel, it cannot be compared to anything else in the world. It clings to me. Strong, just like love. But what do I truly know about love? All of my life, I have given my heart freely and yet never had my affections returned. No respect is given. No care. No understanding. Where am I in this life? Where am I supposed to be? Two questions that seem to have no answer. I’ve tried to make things better, but it has never worked. I long for it with every fiber of my being, And yet… I know it can never truly happen. Just as Sean writes down the last word, Mrs. Ortally stands up, clapping her hands together a few times. Her white hair bounc...

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. A week since graduation, and still, it felt weird. An image of myself, almost frozen in time, because so much had changed, and yet there I still was. Same face, same pajama bottoms. It had felt, for so long, that the day would never come. That high school would keep its grip on me forever, but then one day I’d walked across a stage, and then just like that, it was over. And all I had to show for it was a rolled-up piece of paper. Reaching for my toothbrush, it hit me, suddenly, just how much had changed over the last few years. Sure, this was when kids developed the most of their personalities, and I knew that if I ran into my younger self it’d be like talking to a completely different person, but it was still odd to reflect over all of it. All the little things that had come and gone, and left their marks on my life in little chalk marks and pencil shavings. Last year, after five years of struggling against it, my mother had succumbed to her br...