Genesis

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Okay.... this is when it all starts, HiGh SChOol.

Where I come from, when your fourteen years old, grade eight, you start high school. This may sound odd to American or European readers, but here I am... first year of high school. 

DEAL WITH IT -- WE START EARLY.

Now that that useless information is out of the way, I can actually start the story from this damned day.


I walked into the building with nothing less that utmost fear in my eyes, my hands shaking and sweating more than usual and my joints stiffened. I slowly walked towards the main office, cautiously aware of each step I take and those of everyone around me.

As I approached the office, a small, fragile figure made eye contact with me and gave me a warm smile, thin lips pursed together. When I approach the secretary, all I see is a list on the desk and on it, my name...

 When I approach the secretary, all I see is a list on the desk and on it, my name

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