The General already knew about May and Demetrius' little abnormality. What was her name? Delaney? Deija? Dahlia... that was it. Cameras had been installed here eons ago. He almost laughed at the man's idiotic try at informing him, and the woman's note. As if he cared about their little freak. She was just one weirdo in the trillions of average people in his sector. One plain fish in a sea of beautifully colored ones. Though he couldn't help but wonder how such ordinary creatures could have produced that eccentric. Lost in his reverie, he didn't notice the clock strike 9:00, two hours after he had promised his wife to be home.
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The One Without
Teen FictionDahlia is just an average girl in a world that is the opposite of normal. Everyone is born to be good or bad, nothing in between. But when plain Jane Dahlia doesn't meet the status quo, the government decides that taking her down is the only option...
