This is the story of fourteen-year old Elizabeth Moore, who's life was turned upside-down one day.
(What a generic description, Mag.)
I climb onto the bus and hear my classmates gossip around me.
That on its own would have been fine, only they were gossiping about me.
Someone sticks their foot out and I fall over; multiple students laugh.
"You'd think a prissy rich girl could keep her balance!" One boy snickers.
"She's just a dumb blonde, you know?" Another one says.
I get up and take a seat by myself in the far back of the bus.
It's going to be another long day.
(This excerpt is taken from the second page of the story, rather than from the very beginning)
Hi!
This is my second short story, and it is over twice the length of my first one.
Like before, I'll read pretty much any opinions you may have, I only ask that you be specific about what you dislike, and to please keep any spoilers inside of a spoiler tag.
Also, credit to Zunar for helping me to proofread and edit my original mess.
Anyway, here's the link:
Google Document for "Being Far From Home."