The Adventures of Harper Reed
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I woke up tied to a chair. I had drolled all over my shoulder, geez Harper way to look good! I thought to myself. "I won't join you! You can't make me!" I yelled, just to try and regain my self-confidence. The chair shifted and then started turning. I spun until I was facing a man, his face was lined with years of worrying and sorrow, his hair was reddish, like mine, but with streaks of grey in it, he had to be at least in his late forties. He just sat there and smiled at me, and even started crying.
Harper Reed is a tweleve year old red-head living on the planet Yiog, the planet is divided into three groups, the Military, the Rebels, and then the Loners, like herself.
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