The Celtic Hunt

The Celtic Hunt

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I thought I could free. Australia seemed like the perfect hideout but boy was I wrong. They finally found me. The hunters. The men in black suits with black shiny cars. I don't know who they are, I just know that I need to stay away from them. Everyone who has tried to help me has died. So ... I'm my own now. I'm all alone.
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I'm not like the other kids. The other kids, with their pale gold hair and pale moon faces, or dark coffee skin and hair as black as night. I don't want to waste my life, being told to believe things because some adult said so. I don't want to be shunned because I look different. I don't want this. In this place everything is perfect. Adults hold all the answers to the world. It is meant to be simple and perfect, like chess pieces. Calculated and controlled. Black and white. that is how it is meant to be. But then this wouldn't be much of a story. _____________________________________ --hey guys, please give me feedback and/or suggestions!--

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