It was my 13th birthday, April 26, when my birthmarks changed. It was normal when I woke. As usual on my birthday my family barged in with a cake that said,"Happy Birthday Gabe" I told them to leave and I hopped out of bed and left to go meet my best friend Lewis." Happy Birthday, dude" Lewis said as we greeted each other at the park. It was very sunny as usual, like every other day in Inland. Inland was a controlled area and only some people had the special birthmarks on their arms. Lewis and I played dodgey for a while, then we sat down wanting to take a break from the beating sun." Lewis........ there...... there's something wrong with my arm." he started "Nothing's wrong with your arm, you must be seeing things." But then I felt an agonizing pain. realizing that the birthmarks were changing from a ten to a nine. I raced home afraid, trembling, and not knowing what to do. I slammed the front door open screaming "MOM! DAD! HELP!". They rushed into the living room panicking that I may have broken something. "it's my arm. It hurts really, really badly, look" I said as I trembled" sweetie there is nothing wrong with your arm, it must be the teen jitters," my mom said sweetly. "Dad, you must see it, my birthmarks, they changed." Let me look at that kiddo."Nothing wrong here, just the same old arm you've had since you were a baby, markings and all." I started to panic, thinking I was going crazy and then I blacked out.
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AdventureThis is a story I wrote in seventh grade, so it's probably really bad. This is the original version. I didn't change anything
