The Kynigós

The Kynigós

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My name is Sydney Mashinda and I am in alot of shit right now. It started as an accident because we were drunk, but it developed into something more.... into something bigger. Now me and my friends have to fix what we broke, we have to trap it, before it destroys us all. This world is collapsing and it's all our fault. I don't know how we are going to fix this, are we even strong enough.... All this chaos... Because of one mistake. PS: New chapter every two weeks
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You're a teenager with the love of dancing. As a child, you competed in community dancing competitions with all your friends. Your mother and father supported your love for dancing all the way. Your father would even dance with you sometimes just to spend time with his little girl! Then, one disastrous night when you were thirteen, you and your parents were driving home from your fifth national competition. You won first place, and everyone in your family was proud of you. It began to rain and visibility was decreasing. A drunken driver wasn't paying attention to where you and your family were going, and the drunken driver crashed head on into the vehicle. Your mother didn't make it. A year later, your father became more alcoholic and abusive. He was very devastated over your mother's death just as you were. He kept telling you it was all your fault that your mother died. It is currently three years after your mother's death, and you're sixteen years old. Your father got another woman, and you have a little step sister now. Your father and step mother finally made the decision to send you to a foster family, and that's where you went.

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