The Last Outcasts

The Last Outcasts

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The world is dead. The government collapsed. The entire military went AWOL, turned to tyranny and is now led by the former Secretary of War. Who was it? Who was responsible for the Collapse? Many blame the ones with powers. The ones the humans have feared for decades since they appeared. Now they fight back. Was it really them? Too many questions, so few answers. The fight for freedom, for survival, for a normal life will seemingly never end. The threat of death lurks at every corner, every second, every day. This is what one person, and many others, face. He often wonders, is he all that's left? Are there others? In this world, no one can be trusted. Sometimes he can't trust himself. Only those who are like him can be trusted, those who bear the same curse as him. The same curse with a different caster, a different effect. (WIP)
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They say what's in the past keep it in the past but I wanted to know all about my past. It was things that I didn't know and that I wanted and needed to know! But my life turned upside down when my past is exactly what I should have left alone. Now if you ask me how it all began, I don't exactly remember but I know it started when I moved in with my grandma who I haven't met in all my twenty years of living. I have been in and out of foster homes since I can remember, living with families I knew nothing about. Being the outcast and them constantly asking me what's wrong because I simply did not speak. The only thing that kept me sane was my good grades throughout school. I got the satisfaction of doing the one thing that people kept telling me over and over I couldn't do. I stayed to myself and graduated high school with honors, getting a full-ride scholarship to any college of my choice. Of course, by having this accomplishment, it didn't make it any easier for me between my foster families. To them, I became the girl who was better than them. But I didn't care because when I turned twenty I finally got to start making my own choices. This is where I wonder if the first choice I made was the right one. The first choice I made was to go live off-campus with my grandmother during my first semester in college. I ask myself how could I be so stupid? But you will see just how stupid I was. Or was I?

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