The Wheel
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  • Parts 7
  • Time 45m
  • Reads 211
  • Votes 19
  • Parts 7
  • Time 45m
Ongoing, First published Jan 27, 2015
'I   turned around to take a last look. A tear rolled down over my cheek. 
I looked over every little detail in my room, my little world. I spent my whole life here and now I have to leave here and go away. Not only my room, not only my home . I have to leave this whole place and  move to some unknown place. I have to leave all the memories here and go away from here as if I haven’t lost enough already.
My sore eyes let some more tears to role over.
“Grace…” my aunt’s soft voice came from behind me “…we should leave now honey.”That’s all I heard from her before heading out. Even though I did not want to but I just followed her lead. I clutched the frame more tightly to my chest and turned over my heels.'



Meet	Grace Adams, her life was perfect. More than anything she could ever ask for. But happy go lucky forever was not her fate. Some things happened which made her life change. After losing everything she was asked to shift away from her home. Could anything more bad happen? Or was it just the starting?



Will The Wheel spin back or it will rotate the same way?


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