Please look at the art then read the story below :D ___________________________________________________ The young girl walked through the streets of London. It was a cold winter morning. The grass, once a bright, vibrant green, was now whitened with cold, glittery frost. Rows and rows of brick houses stood in front of her, looking warm and cozy. Smoke billowed out of chimneys, while white, sparkly snow littered the rooftops. Everything looked the same. The view was amazing behind her, however. As she turned around, she saw the sun rising above the frosty treetops, glittering brightly. The world looked as though she were in a fantasy land. All the sudden, she wondered why she was out here in the frigid cold. She remembered storming out of the house as her mother demanded her to wear a pink, frilly dress. She didn't like dresses at all. But, in the moment, she was grateful for it. She sat down. Something to be... thankful for. "I am strong. I am powerful. I am who I was supposed to be." ___________________________________________________ Thanks so much for reading guys, it means a lot. It took me a while to come up with a storyline, but when I did, it just... flowed. I am grateful for the life I have, and just wanted to say that you are powerful. It may seem as though your parents or guardians are holding you back, trapping you in place, but everything they do is for YOU. It's for your safety. You are powerful. you can change things. But just remember, be careful about WHAT you change. You might just regret it later.
