I climbed into the car while I waited for mum. And reached into the box and pulled out a letter. I whispered it to my self.
"Dear Marisa." I paused. I've always hated my name. " dear Marisa, you must leave next Friday I will pick you up from your new address and take you to Denver. You will meet the team and find out your mission all in good time. Don't tell anyone what you are doing otherwise it will end badly for our whole world. You know what to do
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I haven't exactly been honest with you.
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The end of our world
Science FictionNo regrets. They will come. They will dominate But you don't know what it is like when your responsible for a new living hell and this living hell is your giant Kingdom.
