UNITED I WILL GO

UNITED I WILL GO

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"This isn't real!" I yell as I close my eyes and cover my ears even though this Oliver character is still holding onto me. "Yes it is! You have to come with us! It's dangerous for a guardian to be out and exposed with no training at all," he tells me as I open my eyes. "I'm not going!" I repeat. "You have to!" he yells. "Over my dead body!" I refute as I punch Oliver in the face and sprint away. I immediately make another run for it, and all my options race through my head. I quickly choose to go to my neighbors house. I hastily knock on the door, but to my demise no one answers. I quickly pivot and begin running again, but Oliver stops me in my tracks. "I wish it didn't have to be this way," Kian mysteriously mutters as they walk towards me. As they approach, I prepare myself for the worst. Oliver comes striking at me and once he touches me he whispers sometimes in a foreign language. I feel a sense of calming fatigue overcome me and I feel my body go limp as I crash to the ground and pass out.
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

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