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The Shadows

The Shadows

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WpMetadataNoticeLaatst gepubliceerd maa, sep. 26, 2016
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Fawn was born at the wrong place at the wrong time. After the birth incident, she was left with things nobody could explain. No human on Earth knew, how and why it occured. She was born with supernatural powers. Every scientists around wanted to investigate her. She was placed in school, students called her a freak and she was strange. Out of anger she used her powers to hurt the students. She was placed under goverment property. She is being tested and trained there. She is kept in the shadows to protect people. What if she doesn't want to be property anymore? What if she wants to get out the shawdows? How can she accept the fact that she's not normal. Authors note: If you watch the Netflix series, "Stranger things", this is kind of based of that. I'm not copying everything from the show, but I'm using things from the show and making it in my own way. It inspired me to write the book.
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.

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