Another World
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Last published Fri, Oct 21, 2016
Jest to historia która przedstawia świat fikcyjny, w którym za branie narkotyków i innych używek grozi kara śmierci z ręki Łowcy.
Dziewczyna o imieniu Kate poznaje grupę przyjaciół którzy nie przestrzegają zasad i ukrywają się w opuszczonym zamku w lesie. Wkrótce ich życiu grozi wielkie niebezpieczeństwo gdy łowca dowiaduję o ich kryjówce. Czy komuś zdoła się przeżyć?
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What did they mean? I knew who I was, didn't I? I was Rosalia Mallory, a girl left on the doorstep of our town's foster agency to find a new home. From there I went through three homes before at the age of 16 instead of having to live in the group home I secured enough money to, along with the money the foster carers were given for me, to buy an apartment building. Alongside a job bartending and waitressing I had enough money to attend college and am currently studying Religion and Mythology, Creative writing and Art. Just a normal teenage girl with a normal life. But at the same time, I'm not. Who am I? Seems like the most cliché question a teenager can ask right? Except when your missing months, if not years, of your life suddenly that seemingly simple question takes on a whole new meaning. After all, if you don't know your whole past how can you answer that for yourself?
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