My name is: Lucy…
I am 12 years old and I live in the suburbs. My favourite colour is blue like the sky which isn't weird because I have a good reason for picking a colour as my favourite. The sky is where I came from, as a child I was a gifted Pilot. I rode in on a big bright yellow magical aeroplane and landed in front of my mum and dad. My sister and I are from a magical place where sadness never happens and when you lie your feet grow really big. I had to drag her all the way here for a great big adventure, even thought she didn't want to come. My favourite thing to do is go adventuring in the sky during a lightening storm, with my sister, and rescue the scared birds. My cat, Fagan, helps me do this, but he likes to eat the birds after, this is not ideal. He can't talk like the rest of his brothers and sisters but he is much more special and he can read my mind so he knows this upsets me and tries very hard to keep his cravings in check….
Dammit. Concentrate.
My name is: Lucy… and the date is… The year was 1960 and we were younger, much younger than now even (but what is young when you have an infinite life span?) and Fagan and I were at war with the dark sky people. They came to earth with one wish: to examine our species. We were the only ones who could stop them - and we did. The year is 2040 and now the same thing is happening all over again….
My name is Lucy. And I am writing a test but cant seem to get past the first part; writing my name and the date. PANIC.
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