Gwen Kennicott Creative Writing

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The early morning sun peeks over the Seattle mountains and through the tall evergreens, the light reaching for every material within its grasp, illuminating the once dim street. On this bright May morning, the light stretches toward the window belonging to Gwen Kennicott. Within the next few seconds the light has cast a shadow through her blinds and onto the grey walls. On an ordinary day, the light trickling through her window wouldn’t have stirred her, but this was no ordinary day.
The 18th of May in the year 2085 is a day that Gwen has been eagerly anticipating yet simultaneously dreading. This was the day that she could finally avenge the lives of so many who’d lost theirs eight years prior, but could also be the day that will incite her ultimate demise. For her, it seemed that this day would never arrive. Now that it had, her life as she’d known it for the past eight years would never be the same.
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Her long, dark hair stretches down below her ribs, covering up a few of the bronze and silver pins fastened to the breast of her black blazer just below the insignia on the collarbone. The white blouse under her blazer was tucked into the navy pencil skirt that ended just below her knees, only revealing a slight bit of her pasty skin before noticing her heels. The small, black heels gave her uniform a feminine tone, which many of the other girls at the Academy appreciated. Gwen, on the other hand couldn’t care less about the femininity of her uniform. Meticulously, she ensures that she looks pristine for the day, as this is the last time she’ll ever don this attire. After today, she could very well be handed a new uniform that she’d be urged to wear for the rest of her

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