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A Short Story : A Story?

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As I look out my window, all I see is a deep, dark void. Then my eyes adjust. Sparkling lights slowly appear out of the blank. I look to my left, and see a brown marble, the size of my fingernail. I look back inside the ship. Machines buzz, buttons click, the engine hums. The symphony of sounds slowly faded into faint white noise.
“Paige!”
I jerked awake, hitting my head on the support beam in the process.
“What now?” I snapped. “It’s four-thirty in the morning!” The green light on my alarm clock blinked repeatedly, refusing to shut off. I half-consciously swiped at the snooze button, but to no avail.
Hannah jerked my arms, nearly hurtling me across the room. “Get up! We have to go!”
“Why? I’m perfectly happy where I am, in a nice warm bed!” I said, defiantly pulling the thin, ratty blanket back over my head.
“Stop your complaining! This was your idea anyways. Somehow, and I don’t know how, I got dragged into this convoluted plan of yours.” She tapped her foot, annoyed.
“Fine. The plan will work, trust me. And to satisfy your doubtfulness of my brilliant planning, I will even get up and prove it.”
“When has any of your twisted plans ever worked?”
“In my head, duh.” I sat up and stared at Hannah’s unsatisfied face. Getting up, I walked into the bathroom shared by all the girls in the orphanage. Staring in the mirror, I saw two dull, green eyes staring back. Freckles daintily speckled her face. Dirt smudges smeared across her cheeks. It seemed so unfamiliar, like I couldn’t

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