The Trials

The Trials

The sun streaming through the windows, as my stomach rumbles at the smell of baking bread. I sit up halfway and see a brown package down on my desk. Springing out of bed I hit my head on the ceiling, forming a bump. I slip on a new dress and brush the matted tangles out of my hair. Then I go into the kitchen and grab a slice of homemade bread, as I am about walk out the door, forgetting my package when a knock at the door interrupts my thoughts. My older sister Lily rushes out of her room, half of her hair up in a bun and half of it falling out.

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Rebekah Wave

Hello great book, continue this way, i've favorited it, could u check my book deep breath and perhaps favorite it if you like it, would really appreciate it!

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