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She's really weird and I don't wanna be her friend. I hear she smells like blood. I really want to say more about her but I don't wanna be judgemental. These where the words everyone said in Drycrest about Blossom, after the horrific event that happened in their very own world caused by her parents two scientist couples. Since then she hasn't had a normal life . Find more about Blossom and how she frees Drycrest from this horror
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I was never meant to leave that room. I had spent my whole life in there, imagining what it was like on the outside. I looked forward to the day when I would finally be allowed to leave. But that day was never supposed to come. Until James decided to keep his promise. He had always been there, on the other side of the glass. Waiting. The experiment wasn't over. He was still waiting for me to change. But I didn't change. Not until that night. It was dark, and there was rain. The sound of the car engine was loud, but the crash was louder. In the crash, I became something different. I changed. But not for James. This new part of me emerged for one reason; to save her. This story is a first draft and will contain typos and grammatical errors. I apologize for these in advance, and hope you can see beyond them to the story beneath. Happy reading!

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