The Blood That Runs Cold

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No one ever cared, they all forgot about me... they never wanted me...
    
    I'm Sofia Grace, the girl that has been put through many foster homes, and even an orphanage or two. No one has wanted me, nor has put in the effort to calm my storm. Thus I don't have a home. I'm now 19, don't have a job, no home, no food, hardly any clothes, nothing. 
    
    The place I call home is the streets, they're my home. Practically everyone in the town square shops know me, and see me on a daily basis. Sometimes Ms.Maria, the baker, gives me a loaf of bread which normally lasts a week. 
    
    One day while walking in the town square something different other than the usual happened. Some officer person tried to steal or something from poor old Ms.Maria. She was about 80 and was very sweet. She lost her husband to some sorta sickness stuff, I forget what she said exactly but that's the Just of it. 
    
    Back to the guy. He was trying to something with Ms.Maria and began to yell. Of course Ms.Maria practically raised me in a way so I ran to help. In the end I found that I could do something no one else could, and it was because of my parents. They did something to me, and I had to find out. I knew they were alive, I was angry... and ready for vengeance...
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    Okay, the summary is kinda pitiful so I am most likely gonna change it sometime in the future. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story!All Rights Reserved

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Prologe
Thu, Aug 31, 2017

No one ever cared, they all forgot about me... they never wanted me...
    
    I'm Sofia Grace, the girl that has been put through many foster homes, and even an orphanage or two. No one has wanted me, nor has put in the effort to calm my storm. Thus I don't have a home. I'm now 19, don't have a job, no home, no food, hardly any clothes, nothing. 
    
    The place I call home is the streets, they're my home. Practically everyone in the town square shops know me, and see me on a daily basis. Sometimes Ms.Maria, the baker, gives me a loaf of bread which normally lasts a week. 
    
    One day while walking in the town square something different other than the usual happened. Some officer person tried to steal or something from poor old Ms.Maria. She was about 80 and was very sweet. She lost her husband to some sorta sickness stuff, I forget what she said exactly but that's the Just of it. 
    
    Back to the guy. He was trying to something with Ms.Maria and began to yell. Of course Ms.Maria practically raised me in a way so I ran to help. In the end I found that I could do something no one else could, and it was because of my parents. They did something to me, and I had to find out. I knew they were alive, I was angry... and ready for vengeance...
    --------------------------------------------------------------------
    Okay, the summary is kinda pitiful so I am most likely gonna change it sometime in the future. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story!

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