Writing Challenge: Do Not Enter

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Inside my bedroom I looked at the mirror and a stranger stared back. I barely recognised myself, my school uniform was pristine. My mum had done some intricate styling to my hair and as my eyes travelled down my bright white knee-high socks were sticking out of brand new shiny shoes, the kind little girls wear. The irony is I am not so little. I am fifteen. I looked so differen...
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