Lara knew her fate. She didn't have to be in the other room where the discussion of such was taking place; she already knew what would happen, and no amount of arguing would change the outcome.
She sat quietly, patiently, on her small bed. It wouldn't do any good to fret over her situation; it was too late for that. She looked out her window and watched the clouds drift lazily by, unbothered by any worries or woes. She wished she were a cloud.
The Land of Night by Elizabeth Kissel pg. 1
This is from a short story I wrote. :)
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