Missing
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There is a girl who strange as she might be, seemed to be as normal as normal could be. Her parents always had a cheesy smile that seemed to be manufactured and fake, but yet their family was perfect in the eyes of others. In the eyes of others, their family could do no wrong. Until the day their world turned upside down.
This girl, from the so-called perfect family, always felt like she wasn’t part of the family. Her hair was brown when her parents were blonde and she was short and they were tall. Of course, there were many explanations for not looking like her parents, but she never truly believed any of the explanations. Soon all of this was made clear when a certain “Missing” poster reached her neighborhood.
In a city, far from the girl who didn’t fit in, was a family who spent all day, every day looking for their missing child. These people had brown hair and had a striking resemblance to “the girl who didn’t fit in.” For the past 10 years they’d been looking for their missing child, but as the years passed, they started to lose hope. Little did they know one of the posters would soon reach the girl from the city from afar.
The girl still sat on her bed and read a book, door locked. Wind rattled the trees, and she heard a crack as a branch fell from a tree. The wind sent a certain paper flying through the air and it stuck on her window. The girl looked up and carefully sauntered up to the window, she saw one word in big, red letters. Missing.
The girl stared at the paper. How the paper reached her is still a mystery. Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps it was just the wind. However, none of this mattered to the girl, she knew in her heart she was the missing child. Questions raced through her mind. How, who, why? Looking around, and listening for approaching footsteps, she grabbed a jacket, the poster and opened a window. As she hopped out the window she started running towards her new life, to her true family.
The girl stared at the paper. How the paper reached her is still a mystery. Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps it was just the wind. However, none of this mattered to the girl, she knew in her heart she was the missing child. Questions raced through her mind. How, who, why? Looking around, and listening for approaching footsteps, she grabbed a jacket, the poster and opened a window. As she hopped out the window she started running towards her new life, to her true family.

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