I stared at the wall, boredom filling my head. At this point, I had sort of learned to cope with the boredom by convincing myself that I liked it. I stood up from the mat on the floor which I slept on and climbed up a small latter to the small loft which held all of my books. I had read each one at least 100 times, and somehow never got bored of them. Which one should I read today? Who knows Yesterday I read the classic Romeo and Juliet. The day before it was Rumplestiltskin, and the day before that it was Moby Dick. But anyways... Let me explain something to you real quick... Can you imagine, being in the same small room every single day of your life? With nothing but a mat on the floor, a pile of blankets, a couple pillows, and a loft full of books? Their aren't even any windows or mirrors. Therefore, I have no idea what I, nor the outside would look like at all. All I know is with the provided text books of every subject you could ever imagine, I have managed to build an intelligence within my brain that I hoped was even correct. I think that the only reason I have stayed sane all of these years is that I don't and never did know any different, besides when I was birthed, I have never seen another human in my entire life. Do they even exist? I didn't even have anything to take care of me as an infant, I don't even know how I survived, though there are times when I wish that I hadn't. Some days are better than others, but there was one day, where good wasn't even in my vocabulary. But that terrible day, just so happened to be the day that broke me free, so I guess you could say, thank God for emotions. Let me tell you about that day, and what all happened. Are you ready?
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Trapped
FantasyStella is a girl that has lived in "captivity" all of her life, trapped within the four walls of an old treehouse. Being a 14-year-old girl you would think Stella would want nothing more than escaping her burden, but all Stella's interests conclude...
