➰Cecily (TMI FANFIC)➰

➰Cecily (TMI FANFIC)➰

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Shadowhunters
➰Cecily....My last name yeah I don't know it. I tend not to dwell on the past or express my hatred for my parents to the world. However, here at the the Institute of Knowledge for Gifted Children, its hard not to have hatred toward my fellow students. The students here get separated into various groups I am categorized in Gifted Fighter, the only girl to be exact, Gifted in Seeing, seeing what? I would like to know, and Gifted in Equipment, my friend Andrea is in that rank, are the three ranks based on your intelligence and or physical strength. So this school is truly gifted but what I want to know is what everyone is keeping from me. Everyone has a secret here, a group secret I'm forbidden to hear. Of course that was until I became exposed to the world. A world beyond the world you may think of, the world my parents tried to keep me away from. My eyes are open to this new world and secrets that have been kept from me for far too long. Too bad one secret is so dangerous that I tell this story not from amongst the living, but from the dead. ➰
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