if I don't get out of here soon I'm gonna kill somebody

The girl was sulking. It was supposed to be a happy time, visiting new kids and family or whatever, but the weather was terrible, it kept raining but it was hot, there was mud all over the ground and her burn scars ached with a dull pull, mad about the unfamiliar weather. She had snuck out of the massive castle and slipped beyond the borders and into the garden, nosing at plants both familiar and foreign. Her goose waddled along behind her, honking away to himself and pulling at her tail when she got too caught up in her own head. Why did she even have to come here? What was the point? It wasn't like she was anyone important. She ground her molars together and swatted at one of the plants that was drooping with the weight of the water on its leaves. She wanted to bite something.

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