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Insert Hope Here

Insert Hope Here

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jun 13, 2016
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"Hope,hope,hope,hope"I have had enough I grabed her throat "say my name one more time and I'll hurt you" she shut up she finally shut up praise the lord I turned around and everyone and when I say everyone I mean everyone was staring at us 'are you sure this land is not claimed by any pack' I asked through mind link "100 present" she yelled out loud "why do we have to go to school" "we are rouges and if this land is claimed-" I did not get to finish because we heard a low growl and and that was before we started running Hello I'm Rookie hope winter blue Hello there friend this is my story not my sister's story not my mates story but my story so pay attention yes I will be telling you this from my eyes I will not be the Clueless character you usually right about now if you call me clueless you will die me and my sisters were kicked out of the pack what's likely is that we were kicked out because I'm crazy but you know I just don't pay attention to those things now pay attention children it's my story so get ready for the ride
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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