Chapter 1: Being Hunted.

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I am a worm.

Well, I'm not like any other worm. I'm a smexxy worm.

Things are different here. For instance, we live inside people's walls, we speak a language of our own that no other species can understand, and we eat human flesh.             
   Human flesh.

And people think that we are menaces to society.

Hi, my name is Edrielle Wormestine and I am twelve years old. I have big yellow eyes, red juicy lips with long eyelashes that frame them, a slim tail and three wavy lines on my tail that Dad calls "super rare". I'm not sure if he's right, but it looks like it.

When I was two years old we heard gunshots outside our house. Turns out, those gunshots were from the humans. Our predators. Turns out it was the human government, trying to hunt us down. We just thought that it wouldn't last forever. Nothing really lasts forever, right?
  It's been ten years, nothing's changed.

Because of the dangers and risks, we have to stay undercover, and we moved houses five times in a row. From WormCity, to New Wormestown, to S.W Island.., we have to move when the humans have caught us. And one of the times they killed my older brother Rory, and he was the one who helped our family the most by secretly selling leftover human flesh to rich worms who live in mansions and have strong buff worm guards who can attack the humans.

"We have to survive.'' Mum says.
"It's for our own good." Dad says.

So far, I absolutely hate it. I wished it could stop but it won't.
It just won't.
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okay so ill make the next part today since i have a lot of times and please full credit me if ur ever going to use "SMEXXY WORMS" in a story. Also once again pls don't make fun of it, im just trying to have fun, also again (hehe) I don't make the story, my friend does.

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