Isabel Manning
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One of the first memories I have of my childhood is being told how pretty I was. "All the boys will be after her", family and friends would tell my dad. To which he would laugh and agree. I grew up during the age of Britney Spears. Body fat was the devil and although your worth wasn't based solely on that, let’s just say if you were fat that you better be funny too. I remember having a panic attack in 2nd or 3rd grade because I did not like how I looked before attending my own birthday party. I couldn't stomach my own stomach at the age of 8 and therefore stayed home from my own birthday party.
By Isabel Manning5 years ago in Families
Stockpile
It is 2034. Independent farms are obsolete. All forms of cattle are nearly extinct. Nina Claytor and her father, Wyatt, are all that is left of the family farm. The old barn now a withered blue, at her prime a lacquered navy. The only cattle left is that of the family's favoritism.
By Isabel Manning5 years ago in Fiction
