ELLA
SHORT STORY
Prologue
Ella's face would contort into a rage of frustration if she didn't get her way, her small fists balling up at her sides as she stamped her feet in protest. Her mother had spent countless hours trying to reason with Ella, but the young girl refused to see things from any other perspective but her own. As Ella had grown older, her displays of selfishness and outbursts of anger were becoming increasingly more frequent.
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