The Lightning call

The Lightning call

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CHAPTER 1 Left behind and forgotten No one will come back for that cursed child, I heard all of the people of the town say this ,but I know longer care. Today I am going to the mountains to ask Toda the blind a question, that would be what is my name . "So Curty is going up the mountain, hope u never come back."said one of the town boys, oh Curty is my nickname the townsfolk gave me short for cursed. "Curt please come back."the only boy in this town that is my friend but he is very ill Shaw "I hope I see u again."I say. The mountains are not what I thought they would be but there is one problem I don't like what this fricken sign is saying 'dive down into this waterfall and survive I will answer any questions u have. TODA THE BLIND.' Not to mention it looks like a child wrote it. Fine I guess just do what it says . When I jumped I felt like needles were stabbing me then I landed on something weird I stood up I saw something shimmer inside of the cave I mover a little I felt a cutting feeling on my left cheek that my eyepatch was on, I was bleeding. "I guess you're not big on good welcomes, Toda the blind."
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As I walk into the school, he spots me and immediately starts talking to me. I brush past him, ignoring him, but today is definitely not my lucky day... He grabs my arm firmly, stopping me, and turns me to face him. The pain on my face contorts his expression. "What's wrong, Emma? Lost your voice, lizard?" I don't look at him; my head is hung low once again. "When I'm talking, you need to look at me!" he shouts, lifting my chin so I have to meet his gaze. I look at him, but it's not with innocence; it's with anger. "Oh, look, Emma's angry, everyone!" he mocks. "Just leave me alone," I say, meeting his eyes as I pull my arm free from his grip and walk away. He stares at me, shocked, as do all the kids around us, not expecting what I just did.

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