The hair feelers.

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  • Dedicated to Irn-Bru man
                                    

                                                       Prologue-

I strode into the room hoping to make some of the kids go hide in the corners of the room, maybe even cry? But no, they just stood there and stared at me, then turned back to what the where doing.

“Oh, Hello Paris!” Helen laughed as she spotted me.

“Not you to?” I nearly yelled. Yes, my name is Paris and I am a male... What’s the big deal?

“Sorry... Anyway, welcome to hell.” She said as I looked at all the kids, They looked harmless? Or so I thought.

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