The werewolves only come out at night. They hunt around the rich mansions made of gold and silver linings and rip the pieces the most valuable. They received poor cash, consisting of ripped gray ones and rusted coins unreadable in value. The money was salvaged to purchase each villager a home, holding captive the sickened and elderly. Every morning most children rummaged around the plains for any prey to dine on for breakfast. They would scrub it with the dirty milk laid in the buckets full and munch on it alive. The diseases were fended off; these carnivores lived like this for so long, they were immune and fit for the wild.
"Penny! Come back here now!"
I paused, very unfamiliar with the tone I was being sent.
"You can't go off right now, dawn is approaching."
So much for my 'day' dreams.
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Teen FictionPenny has seen a lot in her life. She was born on a sidewalk. She is impoverished. She only has one ear. How will her mistakes lead to a happy ever after? Better yet, is there a happy ever after? Completed September 17th, 2017. [unedited/unrevised]
