Gone in a Flash

Gone in a Flash

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Okay first thing first I am not a writer I HATE writing, the only reason I ´m doing this is because the so called government you know the people who try and fail epically at protecting us? Yeah them, they forced me to do this why will probably be explained later. If you´re wondering what this is this my side of the story AKA-The right side. My name is LaLa but you can call me Flash and to put it bluntly I´m a Mutant, and when I say Mutant I don´t mean the stereo typical dude´s in tights and capes that go around saying catch phrases like ¨HULK SMASH¨. Or is that superheroes hmmmmm....... Oh whatever how I´m I suppose to know what you think of Mutants. It all started when a bunch of FBI Government goons barged into my house and started shooting at me and my foster parents and locked me up Don´t you feel safe?? But the joke is on them because without that I wouldn't have met Rider or as they call him Wolf the amazingly hot, nice (in his own unique way) yet mysteries green eyed mutant? DEDICATED TO THE X-MAN LONG LIVE MUTANTS
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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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