Among The Hidden
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There is something different about Scar. He isn't quite like the others. But no one knows ...
Apart from the scars across his face, he seems like a pretty normal boy.
When one of his friends figures out what he truly is, he is left with the question, 'What the heck to I do?'.
They do something alright. Something a little mischievous...
//I do no own the cover art. Credit goes to themerrymaker. (Idk if they are on Wattpad)//
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