Sector 743

Sector 743

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Hi. I don't have a name. Only a number. 74-35b. That's what they call me. 74-35b this, 74-35b that. It drives me nuts. Why do the guards get names and we don't? It's so darn stupid. You see, I live in a compound. A high security prison if you will. Over three thousand guards fill the place. Five thousand prisoners fill the cells. My parents were caught and brought here. I was born here which gave the prison control over me. They gave me a number and separated me from my parents. I grew up with the other kids and they all came up with names of each other. I never got one. I was shut out. Yeah, I got school. It was the only place I felt normal. My teachers were brought in from some of the nearby schools. They cared for me like my parents would have. This is my story. This is my revenge. This... is my greatest, and only mission. Ever.
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"Would you not do that, Cupcake?" He moaned. "Cupcake, really? We escalated to pet names?" I said annoyed. "Well you haven't confirmed your name, so yeah." He responded getting up. "Fine if it means you'll stop calling me Cupcake, my name's Marie." I told him. "Good to know Cupcake." He smirked. I just rolled my eyes and turned back towards the classroom. "Hey does it look like I was done talking to you?" "Does it look like I care?" I asked turning back to the classroom. ------------------------------------ People think I am a normal girl. That's not how I would describe it. My dad was a CIA agent, before he died when I was 10. He trained me so, I can take care of my mom and I. I thought I wouldn't have anymore issues. I wouldn't need to live in fear of someone trying to hurt us. But then when I came home from school my mom was gone. The only thing there was a letter. MY MOM WAS KIDNAPPED! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I just moved to a small rich town in Tennessee. I just wanted to finish Junior year and not have to worry about how my dads job could effect me. I never expected to run straight into the schools bad boy. Let's just say he had no idea who he was messing with.

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