"Beware any and all forms of military- they are deceiving and only care for 'protecting' the rights and freedoms of their citizens , all the while looking out for themselves as a whole."
-UNKNOWN TO US
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All her life, she never thought too much as to her past when it came to her experiences, but there was one place that she couldn't stop thinking about. And that was the beach. To be more specific, it was the same beach that haunted her dreams a numerous amount of times for the past eight years of her life.
"Scarred?" Lulu inquired, she seemed worried, as her expression softened, "I can't say I'm surprised." Melissa cast her a stern glance. She couldn't blame her, Lulu "knew" Melissa the most, but never the best.
She gulped. "How so?" Melissa chocked out. Her throat was dry, and her voice hitched a bit. And it didn't help that she was still nauseous from the events that occurred hours before.
"Well, I meant it in the nicest way possible of course," Lulu waved her arms rapidly to emphasize, "It's just, your personality off-sets everyone at times. Sure, we've all suffered the loss of our families, but they say that the past builds character and you're always, how do I put it... Distant."
Distant was putting it lightly. And Melissa knew that Lulu was indeed, putting it lightly. Lulu continued "But I will say this though, you have been opening up to us over the years, so that's a plus."
At this point, Melissa had drawn the attention of the other sixteen teenagers, and she felt each and every one of them stare at her. She clenched her fists tightly, her sea blue orbs' gaze fell to the dark tabletop.
"Yeah," said John, "How did a beach scar your early childhood? I think we're all intrigued."
Conner spoke up, "At this point, I think we all want to know exactly why you were once called 'The Angel of Violence'?" Melissa shut her eyes tightly when she had heard her former title as a picture of the incident flashed through her mind.
She always knew that they'd ask her to explain one day. She just never expected it to come so soon. She gulped, her fists were shaking. She let out a few shaky breaths, "Are you sure" she managed. She took a deep breath before continuing "About knowing the full story?"
"I think we're sure." he replied.
Melissa thought for a moment. And she dreaded that day. She looked at them all, her gaze dark. "Very well then... I'm afraid... That I'm a murderer."
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Date: April 7, 2084; Time: 2:50 pm; Location: Diaz Percedal Elementary School. San Francisco, California
The sun's rays glossed over the large schoolyard, filled with multitudes of children walking through it, all of various ages and sizes, as well as both genders.
A small, brunette girl had just exited class 605. She immediately walked along the wall, where backpacks of various sizes and colors hung on the hooks. Only when she had reached the end of the line of packs, where her backpack was, did she stop. She began to quietly pack up her thing, ready to head home for the day.
"Hey," said a voice, she turned her head, to look at one of her classmates, "I have a question for you."
She tilted her head to the side a bit, before simply nodding her head. Her classmate smiled a bit before responding "Why are you so quiet? You barely speak at all."
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Hunted Down Volume 1
General Fiction"If you could control ONE thing in the entire world, and people would pursue you, what would do?" -UNKNOWN TO US These words will mean a lot to a group of 10-year olds. These children, of different backgrounds, all have one thing in common: They all...
