Project Icarus

Project Icarus

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After being expelled from yet another school, Jay Thorne has to start all over again. New school, new faces, new life. But her violent nature is proving difficult to control and she'll no doubt have to move on to a new town within a few weeks and leave yet another school behind. Or so she thought... Her new therapist, the one she's visited twice a week since she moved has a proposition for her: Be expelled - yet again, or, Take part in the Icarus Project. A top secret government drug trial where Jay will be altered, warped into something new, something alien, something not quite human... "If this is top secret, why are you telling me about it?" Jay asked the Blonde woman seated in front of her. "What if I say no?" Doctor Fitch smirked, her ruby painted lips twitching, as if it was not something she did often. "You won't"
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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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