(just so you know, i wrote this when I was 13. I'm not stopping you, tho ;) )
You're (Y/N), a young eighteen-years-old lady, that, after long and stressful contemplation and picking among many choices, chosen to become a paediatrician or child psychologist.
Whether it was a wise and reflected choice or more an uncertain, neglected one, your employer is amazed by your performance, especially for a young adult like you.
Therefore, he quickly, and surprisingly for you, sent you into a new sector. Far from your home, and, above all, far different than what you've achieved before.
After a long reflection, you accepted the post and did your luggage to jump in the next flight to England. As soon as you arrived at your new work's place, you met the kids with who you'll spend one year together, that your boss precise to be 'strange anomalies'.
It is how a long, full of sweet and tough moments, adventure start for you, and the children. The more you learn about them, exploring more of their personality and past, the more your opinion, about them, changes, for better or for worst.
/!\ Disclaimer /!\
If you want to requests, to ask me some questions, or even give me criticism (negative or positive) than do it. You are free to say whatever you want while being respectful.
{Abandoned}
{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?"
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Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it.
The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse.
The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose.
The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason.
You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it.
Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it.
They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday.
They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe.
They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow.
They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne
They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently.
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Started: 10.06.15
Finished: 3.17.16