As I lay there on the hard floor, alone and abandoned; I
began to reflect on about my home where my brothers and sister lived. The
giants called our home the ice box but I didn’t know what that meant. I just
knew it was familiar and homey. Every day the giants would invade our home and
take some of my brothers and sisters. It was part of our peoples like cycle. We
were a tribute to these giants and being chosen was an honor. I however, fell
from my home as the giant dropped me. My people called this place the outer
world- It was where the rejects fell. I suddenly felt an odd sensation… was I
shrinking? Was I… Melting? This I did not know. All I knew is I was an outcast.
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