I wake up coughing. There's something in my mouth, my lungs, my eyes. What is it? What is it? I cough harder. I can't see. It tastes gross, like... dirt? Why is there dirt in my mouth? It's hard to hear, everything's muffled. Do I hear talking? Are there people? Maybe they can help!
"Please! Help! I'm down here!!! HELP!"
The talking doesn't stop. I keep yelling between coughing fits, praying they...
Iris has a pretty notebook
It sparkles and changes colors when you swipe
I like sparkles
I want to touch
She runs away and won't let me
Recess, my favorite time!
I love the swings
So does Iris
There's one swing left
I run
She runs
I win!
She starts to cry
"Let me see your book and you can use the swing!
I'll just play with it while you swing!
I'll stay where you can see me!
I promise!"
"NO!"
I'm ...
I hate the color orange. Every shade, every hue, every tint. Orange fills me with dread. Orange disgusts me. I wish it made me happy, like other people. Everyone around me sees oranges, sunshine, smiles... Summer, energy, positivity... At this point, I just see restriction, prison, conformity. I know I must sound dramatic; orange is just a simple color, after all. To me, though, orange is mor...