The Division District
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Last published Tue, Dec 7, 2010
Aries, an orphan was one day visited by some 'men in black' and she was chosen along two other people to work for the government. A organization so secret even the CIA knows nothing about it. Having the license from the president to kill, is nothing compared to what you had to go through to GET the license. She started when she was eight with 52 other students excluding herself and by the time she was 16 and got the license only 24 students were still alive to get the license, that was how tough life was. She even wishes she never was chosen. The Division District is what they call this place they train and The Division is what they are named. Follow Aries through the story of her finding a 'normal' life, friends, love and laughter.
-I have no idea where this is going by the way :D
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