Seran: Woa.

           "Ouch!" I yelled as I hit the sand. I looked back. My mother discovered I wasn't normal so she told the government. I still don't know what she meant. I hated her for it. She told them to  handle me ruffley so they threw me on the sand instead of letting me walk. She's hated me for several years. My deep, waist length, blue hair and my deep blue, unresistable eyes. She said I'm nothing like her. Both my parents are tall. I'm short. About four foot nine and a half. I'm thirteen years old.  

          Getting up I looked around. It was warm which was good, seeming I didn't have a coat. I wandered off the beach and saw some girls. I was jelous. They were all prettier than what I imagined myself. I looked down at my silver shirt and blue jeans. Why? Why was I stuck here? They all look better than me. She thought. "Where am I? Why am I here?" I asked a girl with dirty blonde hair, a black shirt, and blue jeans. She seamed older than me so I was imediately polite.

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