When I was thirteen, my family sent me away. "It's not safe for you in society. Please, leave! You're too fragile!" were my Dad and Mom's pleas. They brought me to a clearing south of the Mission and told me not to come back. It was for my own good. They left me with enough food for a month. Along with that, a water jug, herbal healing paste, a sleeping roll, and of course; my hover board. I'm sixteen now. I've been hiding from society ever since my parents dumped me in the Forrest. My name is July Pearl Ray, and this is my story.
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The Hangers
Short StoryHi guys! This is my first short story I will publish, let me know what you guys think! I appreciate all criticism, good or bad! I should update every few days with new chapters Xoxo, Marie
