All of my life I've wanted to go to places I've never been to. But sadly, those dreams will never become reality. In my wooden tree house, my room is as brown as coffee. I sigh. Flying to my dresser, I pick my leaf bag up and over my shoulder. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. "Come in!" I respond. The door opens with pixie dust behind it. I see my mother with her usual cinnamon brown hair in a bun. "Good morning, Jessamine." She lays her hand on my right cheek. For being a sixteen-year-old pixie, I still love my mother. "Are you about to leave?" My mother asks me. "Yes I am." "Good luck on your first day!"...
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