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I was just a little girl when it first happened, first it started with the people betraying everyone bombs set off everywhere no where was safe then they discovered the gifted one's but the none gifted seek to use the gifted to their will and as they pleased my parents had been killed by what we know call hunter it's been 2556.75 days sense I seen the last of my parents the beginning of this endless war I don't know how or when but I swear on my mother's grave I will get out and make those who wronged me pay Warning 🚨⚠️ This is a mature book pls don't read if under the age of 17+
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I lost my mom at 11, that's when it started. My dad became a drunk and I was left to take care of my 3-month-old baby sister. Now I'm 23, graduated a few years ago and my sister, now 12, can understand what happened. She never fully understood when I needed someone to and I didn't have many friends that stuck around afterwards. Until I met him. We were friends first, then the feelings got deeper. He asked me to be his girlfriend. He was my first kiss, first date, first real friend, first love, everything. I loved him and I do. I've said it. Now all we do is fight. I don't know why we can't figure things out, but I can't take this fighting. I just want things to go back to the way things were. The way we used to be... Happy, carefree teens that pretended we had the whole world figured out.

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