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Stereotypes: A Narrative Fiction

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I wonder if other people from here also encountered such a...peculiar thing like I have. She wondered to herself in front of the mirror. Rachel was busy flicking her orange hair to another side of her face away from her eye that was bothering her once she woke up. Her red egg was nested by her in the bathroom. She’d look like she wasn’t paying no mind to it but she couldn’t help but to shoot her eyes at strange egg every so often as she was getting ready for the day. She likes to prepare herself in the morning before dawn even if it wasn’t a school day. Her daily routine consisted of doing school assignments the day she gets it, spending time outside for jogs then coming home looking at prehistoric documentaries (even some that she had already …show more content…

She went down the path which was branching out to the town downwards and then suddenly she halted with hesitation. Wait, why should I do that? I don’t know any familiar faces. I could get myself lost. She made her hands join from behind her and turned her body back near her home. “M-Maybe I should look at a documentary..” she muttered to herself with a defeated grin. “Orrrrr ...I could-” she begun to say. “Start the day off strong with some reading!” she shouted, disturbing an elderly lady walking with her dog. She bowed her head apologetically for making an awkward scene in front of her. “G-Gomen.” she said silently. She sped her normal walking pace away from the passerby and headed to the library.

The library was one of the few places she knew by heart. Back at home she was often called a bookworm for hanging out there reading a whole row at times. Because it wasn’t a school day, there were hardly enough people to fill the room doing their studies. She may have recognized one or two students there but she now assumed some were having fun elsewhere. After getting an eyeful of the scene, she walked in further to the section she would always visit aside from books she needed for school assignments, the Jurassic …show more content…

It had a nice cover and it felt nice to hold. Rachel lifted her head and looked at one side to another to see if anyone was there and still heard no one. She went to an empty table to sit down so she could start reading. Now, why would there be a story about...eggs.

While she was busy worrying about the book about eggs, it reminded her about the egg she had in her satchel she was carrying. She lifted her satchel from her shoulder and sat it by her feet to get the light load off of her. “The Heart’s Egg.” she read. From the very first paragraph, she could tell it was connected to the recent events going on with her involving the egg she has with her right now. She continued reading the expounded amount of knowledge it had to offer with an addled expression. This all made sense to her and yet at the same time it didn’t.
She paced her reading a bit slower and repeated a few lines she had already read, still not believing what she was involving herself into. It made her feel both fascinated and freaked out. The questions she wasn’t able to ask, the sudden mood change that happens out of nowhere, even to why her egg came before her all suddenly made

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