Fighting Till the End

Fighting Till the End

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It was a regular summer day, when my parents came into my room at 7:30 to tell me they were leaving for work early. They told me there was something we all need to talk about, that they will be home around 6 o'clock to talk. They left but never came home. After this day, nothing would be the same. What happened to me, happened to two other boys. One was my best friend, Sam, I've known him as long as I can remember. The other was a boy I never met until that day, his name was Gena. Us three, we would end up getting along well and we work well together too. I hope you enjoy my adventure, my life, my story. A war between good and evil, a war between three teenagers and one evil man. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading!
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.

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