Plague Incorporated
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Last published Mon, Oct 26, 2015
I am 14 years old, and I am running for my life. I know, I know. I'm way to young to die. If I was normal I would wake up, go to school, come home, and go to bed just like everyone else. I actually did at one time, but that was months ago. It was then, all that time ago when everything known to man took a turn for the worst. The day something irreversible happened.
Hi. My name is Sara, and this is the story of how my father tried to kill me.
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