Half-Breed

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Being different biracial was hard enough in this time and age. Try being a half-breed. Ya, that's right. I said it. Half breed. Half human and half alien.

I won't go into how I was made, but I can say that I wasn't able to fit in either world.

Sure, I had lived in a place counted as home, but I didn't belong. I wasn't like them.

I was their weapon, something that could protect the world from the alien race that tried to destroy them.

Would I choose to live with the people that I had grown up with and be a weapon? Or would I choose to be the prisoner because of what my parents did?

I mean, I didn't ask to be born, but I was made.

And, I chose to protect the world that was trying to be taken over. Just for the kids, though.