Fiction: Group 4
She knew what she was going to write.
A tale of a girl.
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They say we escape into fantasy when we can’t face reality. Somewhere we can leave or just forget the
truth.
Reality is nothing like a fairytale. I found out about that as I grew up. Instead, I lived in a unfair world.
It takes one person to light a spark but there must be something to catch fire. I use to think I couldn’t
change anything. Not by myself, at least.
People to listen, to follow and to take action. It takes a single step to start something and something else-
Hope.
I hope and I dream not of fairytales but of a better reality.
I dream of a place where kids don’t have to hide in stories.
I hope for a place where we escape to fantasy just for the sake of it and no because we are scared.
This is what I hope for.
A better place. A better future. A better life.
Hope.
