There was an uncanny irony to it - my whole existence betrayed me. I lived in a small town called Green Grove, a small town in Vancouver. It consisted of 473 residents, including children. There was only one high school around here so everyone knew everyone. The city was two hours away, everyone always talked about leaving here but once you're here - it's like your stuck. I know I'm stuck - because of my past - because of my family - my tragedy. And yet I still couldn't get past it, I'm suppose to live in the Greens Foster home but I couldn't. Everyone was on drugs or killing themselves other ways. Living in this town was like a slow - boring torture. I guess thats where my story begins, with this stupid old town. When it went from 473 residents, to 475. My once semi shitty life was flipped upside down within the matter of days. It wasn't hunting season - but I was someone's prey.
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