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How to save one direction
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Ongoing, First published Jan 03, 2014
Girl stops boyband bombing' 'Tween tramples terrorist attack' 'Middle school aged girl saves millions'  The headlines were all the same. I still couldn't believe it. Just a few days ago I was a normal girl at a concert the next I was waking up In what looked like my camp infirmary wondering what the hell I was doing at camp in early January.   I turned on the news to pass the time even though the Same boring story was on. You would think that seeing yourself on tv for the twentieth time would be cool but I actually gets quite annoying after a while.   I should probably introduce myself. I'm Zoe. I don't look like anything special. My skin is too pale and my hairs too frizzy. However it is a lovely shade of dark brown which I like about it. My best feature is probably my eyes. I have heterochromia which is a deformity when your eyes are too different colors one is a pretty light blue while the other is so deep brown it's almost black. There was one more thing I wanted to tell you. What was it... Oh yeah. I'm dead
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