The Outcast
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My name is Twilight Bloodstream. I know. A crazy name. A crazy name for a freak. I'm a subject. I was a normal girl with a normal life for the first ten years of my life. Then I got captured and turned into a freak. I escape their testing to the outside world. But it's more dangerous then I though. Especially with the condition I'm in. But when I meet a man in the middle of a forest one night, everything changes. He is and was, my father. He takes me in but then decides that I need proper schooling. So he sends me to High School. What happens when Twilight meets the bad boy, Ryder Martins, meets Twilight? Ryder knows that Twilight is different, and he's determined to figure her out. But she has barricades. And she won't let him in that easily. Will Ryder be able to break Twilight's walls? Or will he be left in the dark... Literally.
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