Black and White

Black and White

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"Can I sit here?" I asked the mysterious looking guy. "No." he replied not even bothering to look at me. "Well, something is telling me that I should sit here and you can't stop me." "Whatever." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ My name is Summer Collins. I'm 18 years old. A girl who lives on her own. Don't do well with people. Don't have any experience with relationships. I know that all of those things that I've just said about myself makes you think that I'm boring. I agree with you. I'm boring. Even my introduction is boring. I've already accepted it as I go through everyday that I will be spending my entire life in entire boringness. But this person, I've never thought in my entire existence that such encounter can spark some color into my black and white life.
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My name is Lila, the last of the Grays. The Glass Man murdered my family seven years ago, and I've been running ever since. He finds me in my dreams and tells me I'm not human. I argue with him, because it's absurd. So what if I can sense and control other people's minds and change my appearance at will? It doesn't mean I'm like him. I try to save lives, while the Glass Man kills on a whim. When he's close, I feel our combined potential, like a nuclear bomb with the power to wipe out the human race. Maybe that's why he's looking for me. Or maybe he wants to kill me, too. Before my time runs out, I have to find out why mother left me her music box. It holds answers-I know it. Although I'm tired, I have to keep moving. Keep scrounging for food. Keep dodging bullets. Keep ahead of him. It should be an easy decision, if not for the part of me that wants him as badly as he wants me.

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