Here is a story I wrote in eighth grade. Will post the second part later...
“Ms. Potts! Ms. Imogene Potts! IMOGENE POTTS!” woman in a white uniform calls.
“Oh, sorry! I was looking at this picture,” I reply. I’m Imogene Potts, an aspiring artist and astounding genius. Well, at least that’s what my friends here at Sanctum Hospital say.
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