As I wash the makeup off of my face before bed, I examine my appearance. It's the same as usual. I still have the same pale skin, the same freckles dotting my small nose. My long, curly blonde hair is still there and my green eyes with vibrant blue eyes are still the same as ever.
A sigh escapes my mouth. How I wish that I could change. At 4'11, I am extremely short for a sixteen year old girl. My small frame only adds to my fragile appearance. Boys flock to my aid, assuming that because of how I look I must need help with every little thing that I do. It is ridiculous. Despite how I look, I'm quite strong. I could probably lift more with my legs than half the guys attending Lincoln High with me. Once more, I sigh to myself. I just want a change.
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Trapped
HorrorAnnabelle is forced to face her worst fear in this thrilling short story.
