I stutter for a while, unsure of what he's asking me. "U-u-um. Ok."
"REALLY! Great!" I'm not really sure what I just agreed to, maybe their trying to kill me. But I would rather be dead than be on the streets, fearing coming face to face with my parents on accident.
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The Prey
ActionI can remember when i was little that i was jealous of other kids because they had a normal life. I wanted it so badly that i forced my family away so i could be fostered into an average home. But now my past is hunting me down.
