She refused to believe that she was just one of eight million people who all looked, moved, thought the same. The girl couldn't understand why they all prayed to the same god who had never done anything for them. A transcendent being who appeared content with the monotony of his creation. Whenever she asked about the photographs under the bed, she was told she was too young to understand. But if she was old enough to understand the intentions of an ineffable force, wasn't she old enough to be told why her world had been drained of its integral colour?
by Emily Tennant (14)
Bournemouth School For Girls - Dorset
Competition - Welcome to Wonderland
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