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I woke up arriving at an old timely village. We arrived at the docks which was twenty-six thousand feet away from a beach. My stomach growled. We drove off to the mountain range. There was a humongous stone school.

This is near my house. It was at this village to. I never knew the name of it, and still don't. I was shown to the cafeteria. The decor was beautiful. I got to eat breakfast. It was an old fashioned meal.

A little girl took me to a office when I was done. When she spoke she sounded old, and wise. "I am not four or five years old. I am a high rank elder. No my age will not be discussed. No this bluish blonde hair is not my hair color. You're test's begins tomorrow. She will show you to your room."

A French-Nigerian with the most unique look. She had distinguish wide opal, almond combo eyes. Thick plump lips. A wide bottom flat tiny narrow complex nose. Beautiful pale green eye. Mocha brown eyeliner, thick short lashes. Her hair was natural pale brown, with black low lights, it was long high ponytail with a bun on top, thick loose curls.

She took me to my room. It had already had my stuff. Later on I got a knock, the young/old women said, "Tomorrow's test's have been canceled. There is an emergency above us. Some of us will be leaving tonight."
My ears got perky, she left me alone after saying it.

I got a small backpack, and put my funeral clothes on. I waited until it was darker. I followed them to a huge tree. I quickly hid. They went up the tree. I took a small nap there. When I woke it was three hours after. I climbed up the tree. I ran to a huge old green house. It read "unowned roses"

I decided I was tired. So I went off to the forest, and slept. I woke up, and heard voices. "Well there's nothing we can do until everyone is prepared. Lets go."

I waited there for a few hours. I went in and stuffed a bunch of seedlings in my backpack. I quickly left. I went back to my hiding space. I snuck back. When I went in my rooms window the light turn on......

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