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She stands. Afraid to move. Afraid to breath. Afraid that she'll hurt those around her. Then She opens her eyes. the fire burning in her heart reflected in them. She is strong. She can't be controlled. The group steps in. She grasps her small knife and glares at the first. As if daring him to step further. He takes a step forward and she takes her own. his lips curl into a cruel sneer. He says, "you stupid little girl... you think you can hur--" She looks down at the man. Then around at the rest Faces all in awe of what they'd learned they back away and she strides away Flaming hair rippling behind her.
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
The Underestimated
She stands. Afraid to move. Afraid to breath. Afraid that she'll hurt those around her. Then She opens her eyes. the fire burning in her heart reflected in them. She is strong. She can't be controlled. The group steps in. She grasps her small knife and glares at the first. As if daring him to step further. He takes a step forward and she takes her own. his lips curl into a cruel sneer. He says, "you stupid little girl... you think you can hur--" She looks down at the man. Then around at the rest Faces all in awe of what they'd learned they back away and she strides away Flaming hair rippling behind her.
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
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