BIOSHOCK: FRONTLINE

BIOSHOCK: FRONTLINE

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After Jack and his hired T-doll bodyguards finally rediscover his past at Rapture City, he leaves along with newly acquired scars and trauma he obtained during his stay inside the underwater city. Once they've resurfaced, Jack offers to become a commander for a private military company from which the team of T-dolls that Atlas employed came. "When Mum and Dad put me on that plane to visit my cousins in England with bodyguards, they told me, 'Son, you're special, you were born to do great things.' You know what? They were right. However, it appears it escalated even further than I imagined." And still, that quote he will remember for quite a while.
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.

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