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I’m on my way to a mental institution. I have three pairs of clothes, my sketchbook, and an impending sense of doom is clearly evident by the look on my face. My mother’s van makes an odd clicking sound as it comes to a stop in front of the gray cinderblock building. It looks like a prison. The wind nearly slams my fingers shut in the door as I go to close it. Looks like the wind is annoyed with me as well. I grab my things from the back seat and follow my mother inside. She’s rushing. She doesn’t want to be here either. At least she can leave. A buzzer sounds, announcing the presence of a woman entering through what seems to be the office doors. Prison-like, much? She introduces herself to us, and starts the questioning. Her face reminds me of a turkey.
Approximate Word count = 568
Approximate Pages = 2.3
(250 words per page double spaced)
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