The girl had many things to say. She wanted to be brave enough to talk more. She wanted to herself to be stronger, to push out the thoughts telling her no, no, no. She wanted to see more, to experience the normal activities that kids her age chatted about Monday morning at school. She wanted to do more.
But she didn't. She couldn't. The sweaty palms and her racing heart and her mind was too much for her to do anything but think, and when she was thinking, she scared herself out of doing.
CZYTASZ
The Girl Who Didn't
Literatura KobiecaRead and find out :) But also it gets better. I'm still in the process of writing, but I think I'm going to switch from outside point-of-view to first person when she's seventeen. Let me know what you think.
