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Disclaimer: This story features a FICTIONAL genetic mutilation called Alexandria's Genesis. The creation of the mutilation is not mine and is accredited to a Daria fanfiction from 1998.
Disclaimer 2.0: This story also has elements of wizardry, based but not related to the HARRY POTTER franchise, copyrights of Warner Brothers and JK Rowling.
• The first chapter will include a description of Alexandria's Genesis
That was it. I was a freak. People thought I was a witch. And for a while, I thought I was right, but I sensed this school year would be different. I walked into class, pulled out a journal, and began another year of teasing.
That is, of course, until one day, the second day of school actually, when I pulled out a polaroid. Hipster junk, that was, until everything collapsed. An earthquake was happening before my eyes. So, I did the natural thing. I took pictures. But what I saw changed my life forever.
My name is Madge and this is my story.
SOME CUSSING
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