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Kendra didn’t play. Never built castles with rocks and twigs, never held a rag doll and crooned a lullaby.

Kendra didn’t tease. Never leaned on a car and looked through lowered lashes at a handsome boy, never giggled and squeezed his hand.

Kendra didn’t shout. Never clenched her fists and stomped her feet, never argued for one more hour before curfew.

Kendra didn’t cry. Never curled on her bed and sobbed her heart out because of some small slight, never grieved a loss with silent tears.

Kendra trained, was called, killed and was killed in her turn.

Faith didn’t play…

Date: 2012-02-16 11:40 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] jerusha
Very interesting. I like the layers here.

Date: 2012-02-17 12:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] garnigal.livejournal.com
Thanks so much. This one was fun to write.

Date: 2012-02-17 06:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ares132006.livejournal.com
Oh. How awful to be Kendra. Your drabble brings home to me that she never had an ordinary childhood. She was denied the things that make a child's life happy.

Poor girl.

Thank you for your lovely words.

Ares

Date: 2012-02-17 04:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] garnigal.livejournal.com
Thanks for reading and commenting Ares!

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