The Rising
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I woke up from my cot and looked around my room, it never really was a room to me though. I had a small bed in the corner of the room. There is a medium sized bucket next to my bed where I do my business. There is a tiny skin where you can wash your hands but that's it. You might be wondering why there is a girl in a place like this, I'm in an orphanage. What type of orphanage? I don't know but nonetheless. Welcome to my hell hole guys it's not much but it's mine, by the way my name is Olivia but the people around here call me liv.
A girl abandoned by her parents and does not know her true hartege, one day that all comes crashing down on young Olivia. How will she cope with this? what will she do? who can help her? well read to find out.
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