I was chasing someone. A young girl with curly gold locks. "I'm gonna get you, Laura!" I recognized the voice as my own, yet slightly different. The little girl squealed. Another voice. Stern. A mother. "Elizabeth Michelle St. Catherine!" I turned to see a woman standing in a doorway. Here features were severe, and her blonde hair was pulled back in a bun so tight it looked painful. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop fooling around? They'll be here soon!"
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Who Corey Was
Teen FictionWhen Corey is abandoned at a boarding school, she becomes hell bent on making everyone in the school as miserable as herself. But when she starts acting out, the administrators erase her memory. Only, she doesn't forget. They experimented on her, as...
