A small ship
Phoebe stepped on the rusty old ship, a worried look falling on her face as she observed the open part of the ship. "This is safe, right?" She looked up at her parent as saying this "its fine," her older brother said in a condescending tone,"Just move forward, nobody can get through your fat...", "Shut up and be nicer to your sister," Phoebe's mum snapped, cutting her brother off. When they got to their room, Phoebe placed her bag under her small rustic bed she was given as part of being the smallest person in the family. She tried to make the bed more comfortable by using some spare pillows she packed with her, but it didn't really help, so she had to try to get sleep while she felt like she was sleeping on a mix between wood and metal stabing in to her as a coldness lay with her blanket on top of her. "HAS ANYONE SEEN MY TOOTHBRUSH I THINK IT'S GONE," Phoebe's brother woke her up, yelling this annoying line. "It's in the front pocket of mum's bag," Phoebe yelled back. A bit later, she tried to get up for breakfast so she didn't go hungry, but a dreding thought crossed her mind.
