Flying

The hand moved forom my face to pick me up. When the hand had lefted me up, I got to my holders face.

The face was kind, and yet hurtful. It was a boys face. Why had he called me a child if he was still a child himself?

"Hello." He said.

"Hi."

"Addline, is it?"

"Yes."

"Lovely name, I take you are worried?"

"No,  I'm as happy as unicorn." I sad un-happily.

"Really?" he said oddly.

"No,  god you are so dumb!"

"Listen, I'm going to take you somewhere. Just, go to sleelp to I wake you."

He slided out  of the car and begin to ran, which made me feel like I'm flying.

The End

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