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This is the tale of Rosie Rockswell, a mighty queer girl. --Update-- I made it scroll the right way... idk it worked in my mind xD ∞Notes∞ This is a short story about something I often have to remind myself of: gratefulness. I often feel bogged down by obligations, begrudging my mother or teachers for giving me chores and schoolwork. But my mom works far harder than I do to keep the house running, and to be educated is a privilege. This is my reminder to myself. Because though my head knows I am free, my heart remains wallowing in self-pity. I also kinda like the concept of the wind being alive. In the initial story I had the wind's words italicized, but Scratch doesn't do italicizing so I just left it as is :P If you're confused about whether the wind is talking or not just ask in the comments. I hope you like the story! If I get a lot of support I may share some other short stories I've written :) Feel free to use the chains or scripts in your own projects! ∞Credits∞ Thumbnail font - Auntie Bost Descriptions from dafont.com Inspiration - My English teacher, The Right to Write by Julia Cameron, and my own chains to the earth Art, scripts, and story - Myself
