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Emily stared into the sky, watching it darken. The sun was setting, colouring the sky in a brilliant display of lavender, crimson, and orange. It reminded her of those scrapbooks her mother used to make her, for those colours were her mother's favorite color.
Everyone seems so distant around her these days. Especially her once suffocating mother. She misses it, doesn't exactly want it to start up again, but she misses it. The thing that she does wish would revert back, are her friends' attitudes toward her.
Her friends are more distant than ever and she isn't sure if they're trying to ditch her or if she's the problem. She's willing to admit that she has been acting oddly around people. Especially in the past week, but what else could she do? She's suddenly discovered the talent to bend at irregular angles.
Splits, (which once were a pain), came to her as easily as the the rain pouring down the sky on a cloudy day. She can do bridges like no other, back flips like she were suspended on bungie wires, and she can stretch her arm all the way across the room. She felt like a freaking character from the Fantastic 4.
Life sucks.
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