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✧˖°ౄ𖤓 Lily, Emma, Ray and Norman are the brightest kids at the Grace field House orphanage, And under the care of the woman they refer to as "Mom," all the kids have enjoys a comfortable life...
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this chapter includes the following :
➤ uncensored swearing/strong language ➤ detail of death/injury ➤ angst
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❝if we're doing this, we're going to win.❞
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-Emma's POV-
I still had the belief... That Mom was humanlike us... And that she loved us. The kind Mom was all a lie. A performance to feed us to the demons.
"She's not our mother, and she's not even human, like us." Norman said, in disbelief. "Mom is a demon!"
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Our time limit is two months. We need to figure out a way for everyone to escape before then.
"Tracking devices... I didn't think she'd go that far." I said, Holding up the washing pole.
"'Is all high-quality meat,' Eh?" Norman recalled what was said that night.
But this... Is this even worth doing so much for...?
"The key to our value is..." Norman trailed off.
"Our ages and scores." I finished for him.
Norman went into deep thought for a moment before talking again. "'Another six-year-old'? 'Shipping out normal ones'? Judging from what the demons said, Age equals the grade of the meat." He continued. "And if i remember correctly, the siblings who were shipped out were all between ages twelve and six. And if being six years old ranks as normal then... the highest quality is twelve years old..."
"Then what about our scores?" I said, "The order of getting shipped out!"
"Unless we got full marks, our scores were never announced. So we didn't notice, but that's probably it. After we turn six, weharvested in the order of lowest test scores. And when we're twelve, we get shipped out, no matter what." Norman said, clasping his hands together, deep in thought.
I put my hand on my mouth in disbelief. "So we were withheld from being harvestedbecause we got perfect scores?" I said.
"But I don't understand why it depends on our scores." Norman said, looking down at his shoes.
"And why do you think being between 12 and six years old matters?" I asked him, slightly confused."The size of our bodies? That equals more meat, right?"
