This is Not My Home

This is Not My Home

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What defines a home? Maybe it's where we lay our heads at night. Maybe it's the people we love and care for. Maybe it's a place away from civilization, or a feeling that can come only when we are at our greatest moments. Ollie Sky thought she knew the answer, enrolling into an academy she'd been asked to join. She was going to find a new home, one away from her family. She was going to make friends and join communities. Learn new things and perfect old skills. Life had been good, living in that academy. As one of its youngest students, she was always daunted by the large hallways, the professors, the students themselves. But most of all, the technology. Including time travel. Looking back on the question she was asked so long ago, it becomes obsolete and answerless. She has no home, no academy, no family, and no friends. A sixteen-year-old, trapped in a timeline that is not her own. ~ : ~ | + | ~ : ~ This is a prequel to Name by @Mizuthe_cat, following the character "Ollie." The character "Tyler" belongs to @Mizuthe_cat. Used with permission. Warnings for: Kidnapping Guns Violence Mild Gore Mild Abuse Occasional Crude Language Sensitive Topics ~ : ~ | + | ~ : ~ "We walk forward in the path that is life. Not backwards, not sideways."
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This day wasn't an exception. I cried over and over until I could no longer, I wiped my tears and took the packages in my arms after opening the door. In the house, nothing new. They were still talking, so I had time to drop off the packages, and without even opening one, I headed to the showers, cleaned my face with water, and went to my room. This is roughly how my days as a child went. I know that it cannot be described as an ideal childhood, but it would certainly be the most beautiful period of my life. Despite family conflicts, school conflicts, loneliness, and fear, I was happy. I was happy because they were all there, happy because they always remained, despite my faults, and happy. After all, I knew that I had not yet experienced the worst. Happy because I knew, that sooner or later everything would end. So yes, I was as cowardly and useless as they all claimed and even more naive than they would have believed, but this vision that I had at that age kept me going. Although the truth was hard to accept, I was given no choice. So I accepted life as it came; I accepted myself and my truth, my weaknesses, and the fact that I had to get used to the idea that I would always be the first actor to die in films.

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