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"Amy!" My mom whispers are she cripples to the ground. You see she just said her death word. Your death word, is when you were born the doctors put a chip in your brain that didn't allow you to say a certain word. If you say it you will die. Some say it feels like your insides are being replaced with a Boom and when it goes off it hurts.

I walk over to the phone and punch in 583. 583 is like 911 but for if someone said their word. "Hello this is 583, can I start with your name and address?" Says the lady that answers. By now I'm crying very hard. "Amy Willcot, 39 Mohair Road." I respond. I can hear that she is typing in my info. "Who said their word?" She asks. "My mother!" I whimper. "And what is your word?" She asks. "Word 27 B " I say.  That translates to stranger.

"So Amy, your father said his word on the 31 of March in 3014, correct!"

"Yes"

"You are a only child?"

"Yes"

"I will send a special assistant to help put you up for adoption." And with that she hangs up.

I go lie down and cry into my pillow.

Within minutes I hear a knock on the door, so I slowly creep down the stairs, and open the door.
"Miss. Willcot I presume?" Says the tall male official at the door.

"Yes."

"Officer Mike. Go collect anything you want to bring."

I slowly get my belongings from the upstairs and drop them at then door. Then I go to the basement of the house. When my parents were alive I was never allowed in our basement. In the basement is a single book. A book? It's titled "The Word." I pick it up and open it. "Wow..."

a/n: so the first bit of fixing is over hope you all enjoyed. I completely rewrote the first chapter. Hope you enjoyed go read my other book forever. Bye have a great day. Olivia

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