

A Puppet's PerformanceSkipping through the shadows, No comfort in this gaze Stepping 'round the puddles, Trying to amaze.A Puppet's Performance
Running with the wind, Clearing all in sight, Though it's against my will, I glow with your delight.
Dancing with the glory, Not letting it out of reach, But soon your smile fades My world comes to a screech.
The music skips a beat, And the song has just been sung; Now you're finished even though I thought we'd just begun.


Six DegreesHeat flushed Ann's cheeks as memories sped through her mind. Every time she thought about what happened she felt foolish, stubborn, spoiled. Images burned into her mind as if fresh, though they were almost a year old. She shook her head, letting her bangs sweep her face. Even if she had acted like a brat, only one person had been affected, had witnessed it. And she had pretty much disappeared since then. Not that she had been clearly visible to anyone to begin with, oh no. Quiet and sophisticated, she hid a brilliant mind beneath her striking appearance. Noticed by not being noticed, if that made any sense.Six Degrees
"Ann!" A deep voice ca


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Ann sighed and stared at the blank wall in front of her, elbows propped up on the wooden desk. She had taken the mirror down, not wanting to see her own reflection, though it was no surprise to her anyway. Her eyes bleak and dry from crying, hair in a tangled mess, still held in a braid from the yellow ribbon she had put in her hair weeks before. The colors from her clothes had faded, along with her happiness. She had tried many times to pull herself together, but everything around her made her remember. Those few memories made her cling to life itself, desperate to find some form of happiness.
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