Taking Flight-L.H
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"W-what are you?" I stuttered, while pressing my back against the damp,
Brick wall.
"Your worst nightmare."
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Tess was a normal 18 year old girl, who was born and raised in Doncaster, England. Her mother died mysteriously, when she was eight and her father...well he was never in the picture. She listened to pop punk bands. She didn't go to parties cause she didn't have many friends. She was bullied for being 'homeless' and 'weird' she ignored it, cause she was almost saved up enough money from working and her bank account her mom left her, to go to college where she could pursuit her dream as a professional dancer. So cliché right?
When she was walking back to her aunts house, from the rundown dance studio she found a few years ago, she
was shoved into the ally and kidnapped. But the people-things that kidnapped her weren't normal, they weren't, human.
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