"I have a question for you Matt."
"Fire away XeXe (his nickname for me, pronounces ZZ)"
"You know that rare medical condition I have?"
"yeah," he looked glum at the thought of it.
"Well something triggered it. I don't like anyone yet, but I can" I lied. He looked happy. We trailed out of our litte hideout to shoot some enemy's we feared were coming closer. Turns out they were as close as they could be. 2 inches away stood five armed enemys.
I prayed to God. I imagined him looking down, telling me and Matthew it would be okay. Giving us left over luck. Then, time seemed to stop. Did we have leftover luck? God had given us eachother, he had made me a dutchess, and when that wasn't right, he had put me in the place I belong in.
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Days Like This
ActionONce a girl was born a dutchess. Her name was Xylezia. Of course it isn't anymore. Now it is Xy. And only to the ones who know of her. Everyone in the world. A 13 year old girl with tattoo was meant to fight. Was meant to fall in love. As the...
