chapter one

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When I was eight sent way from my father, from my mother and little brother, they came to my house and they put me in a white van that had bars and restraints, I was not allowed to say goodbye or take anything not even my teddy bear that I got for my first brithday I saw my parents crying but all I did was stare, I didn't shed a tear or even look sad, I heard the people who took me say that she is to be alone most of the time, but they don't get it I'm not alone i have my voices. As I listened and talked with the voices the time went by fast the van finally stop and two men a a woman who seemed to be a doctor got on the van, they put a jacket on me that had no sleeves, and was brought inside a big brick building and was taking straight to a room that had no windows no bathroom, all that was in the room was a bed,with a pillow and blanket but next to the pillow I saw a teddy bear they then removed the jacket and closed the door I heard them lock the door. Then I was left alone with nothing but my bear and the voices that I call friends.

Sorry if this is short but tell me what you think should I keep writing this book yes or no?

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