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The Asylum
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Not everything is what it seems. Cliche, I know, but I can certainly vouch for its truth. Hi, my name is Angel Christie. I'm your ordinary 15 year old girl. If ordinary means having powers, and running for your life as a hobby, then yeah. Totally normal. Now, since I found out I have powers, life has not been easy. I mean, I have a crazy ex-neighbor bent on exposing my family's secret, but hey, I survive. That is, until now. Somethings coming, we thought they were gone. But now my family and friends are in danger. And I do not plan on being the damsel in distress.
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