I can remember the day as if it were but yesterday that the new kid arrived in the middle school of Willow Creek in a city of general size. A generally busy town, but even more so on this day, for it was the election day. The year was 2016, and the new president would leave America as it never was before or will be. The new kid came on Tuesday, the day of the election, and was mysterious indeed. In fact, mysterious wouldn't come close to summing it up. I was in my final year of middle school with a group of friends. This kid joined our group, and fit in as the rest of us did, as a kid wanting to be understood for whom he was. Or so I assumed.
The day of the election is when it all started for us, and that is where anyone wanting to understand would start.
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Wings
FantasyMy friends and I were used to a normal life. Or at least we were until the new kid showed up. Smarter and more devilish than most, he drags us into an adventure leading to god knows where. Along the way on this new world, we have to face parts of ou...
