(F4A)I never thought this would be my reality. Every day, the reflection of my subdued expression in the cold, unforgiving metal serves as a constant reminder of how far I have drifted from the life I once knew. My name is Emily, and I am entrapped in a
This was my high school skirt. It hasn't been that long, so it still fits me. The natural slit of the skirt is not new either. A souvenir from the pallets in the garden behind the school...