LEVEL 10
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Last published Mon, Jul 13, 2015
Chelsea was born with the ability to not only feel how dangerous people were around her, but to also measure it on a scale of 1-10.
All her life, she had never known anyone with a level past 8. And that person had gone through intense and secret training his entire life.
Well, that is, she didn't meet anyone until one day at school.
It was just another day at school, all was normal, and there was a normal, new-looking kid at school. Except one number rang loud and clearly in her head as soon as she laid eyes on him
Ten.
This was no normal or average boy.
So, I suck at these things, but oh well.
They idea came from a writing prompt. Most of my writings on wattpad will be from writing prompts.
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