When I was a little girl I always dreamed I would do something special with my life, like become a doctor and heal all the sick people in the world. Or, become a peace fighter and protect the creatures that needed it most, but instead I am stuck in a cell with a tiny little window, a cold damp concrete floor and a stinky old mattress for me to sleep on. How I got here you may ask? How could a girl with such big dreams reach the lowest of low points? Well let me start from when my life was all rainbows and sunshine!
"Hello fellow readers and welcome to my first ever story. I am freshly new to this whole writing thing so please be patient with me. If you have any pointer or questions for please feel free to speak up! I welcome constructive criticism!"
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