We're Dancing In A World Alone

We're Dancing In A World Alone

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Alone in a world with 7 billion people, leaving behind all my friends in a city nobody's ever heard about to move to a city of stars on the west coast. Recovering from being abused by a parent, recovering from self harm, and no friends. At least that's what I thought. Going into your senior year of high school not knowing anyone is hard, but as I walk into first hour I recognize a face, I can't figure out how I know him. I just know I've seen him, the recognition is faint. You can tell I'm not from California, everyone stares at me as I walk in. As the morning bell rings I take a seat in the back so I can be alone. I was never good at making friends and it's no easier here. I just want my mom to hug me and tell me everything will be alright, but she can't. That's why I'm here to begin with.
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The First

I was the first. I arrived in the Glade, and there was nothing and... no one. I remembered nothing about who I was, who my parents were, what happened. A few days I remembered my name, and that's it. That's all that ever came back. There were four walls surrounding me with only one exit. I wanted to go through, so I did, in hopes of finding my way out. What I found lurking on the other side was not an exit but something much worse. I found my way back, and I spent the next month fending for myself. Food, water, a temporary shelter. After a month, someone else arrived, and this person arrived with supplies. Every month a new person was sent up. Every arrival was the same as mine. They couldn't remember anything. I was the first one here, and that means that I call the shots, I make the rules, and I run the place.

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