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Ongoing, First published May 25, 2020
The compound was all Jasper had ever known. The same people, every day for as long as she could remember. But something always seemed off to her. There was nothing wrong with the kids who were stuck there with her, it was the strange disappearances. As kids went missing, no one seemed to notice enough to care. Jasper finally learns the horrifying truth, and decides she's had enough. Jasper decides to plan a riot, followed by a breakout. Making contact with someone from the outside world, she manages to get five of her friends out. But there's more too it than what they know, and Jasper finds out that in trying to save them, she put her friends in even more danger than they were in to begin with.

*CURSE WORDS*
**This is a VERY rough first draft. I might rewrite it later, but just so everyone knows, I know it isn't the best writing in the world, I had to kinda speed things up as I got more and more busy with projects.**
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