All We Are Is Broken Glass.
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Última publicación dom, oct 23, 2016
My sides heaved with effort as I ran. My mom told me to run. A boy who hates me shares the same cell as me along with his caring sister. I don't know what to do or say. I was captured a day ago, everyone in the prison is a teen 13-19 of ages. We were known as rule breakers. My brother Blake is dead now... The men who took me shot him in the head. I have no family now they are all dead because of the X-sighting order. As far as I know; I am special. The order has seen things far and wide. But I am different. But let's rewind...
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