An Unconventional Story
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  • Parts 3
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  • Reads 27
  • Votes 2
  • Parts 3
  • Time 6m
Ongoing, First published Nov 14, 2016
Mature
Reconnaissance squad, unit 32, code name, Barly. My friends, Killer and Essenz and I make up this 3 person squad. Why 3 well one was caught stealing an orange and was hung, 2 others were sacrificed to the blood moon and one more was abducted by commandos in the night. Then the last one you will hear about in this story and how we avenge our fallen comrads.
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"Mom!" I yell unattractively and begin to go to the living room that is by the stairs. I walk into there with my body slumped and notice something. We have company and I had five pairs of eyes on me. I straighten up and look at the bodies of whom the eyes belong to. One being my mom, her brown straight hair in a ponytail, nicely dressed, and wide eyed. Another is my brother, seven years old, blond tousled hair, he is also wearing something nice. Then I find three pairs of new eyes. One a women who has blonde curly hair, a female child also with the same hair, and then a highly attractive male who looks about my age. Seventeen. Malia is just like any other girl, goes to school, has friends, and makes new friends. This "highly attractive" male is her new neighbor. What happens when they begin talking? What happens when they become close? What happens when one of them get seriously hurt? "We are neighbors. We were meant to be neighbors."