I Need a Plan

I Need a Plan

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Hi! My name is Liesl Everleen. I'm nice and kind to those who are kind to me. And I have a very caring and loving Father, which looks really young for his age. But besides his caring and loving attitude. My mother left him for a guy that I think will NOT love her like the way my dad loved her. I thought dad will never find love again. But, as you know. My dad is nice, so God gave him another chance to love again. And you know what? He did! She's perfect for him and they really love each other. My NEW mom WAS married but got divorced because the guy treated her like trash. He was hurting her to the point that she almost died. So they got divorced. So that means! Yes! They had babies. And that means. I'm going to have my very own siblings! And I heard that they are all boys. And their youngest is my age, but older in months. So that means. I'm the new youngest! But here's the problem. I lived at our new house for many weeks now and I think that they're falling for me...
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The First

I was the first. I arrived in the Glade, and there was nothing and... no one. I remembered nothing about who I was, who my parents were, what happened. A few days I remembered my name, and that's it. That's all that ever came back. There were four walls surrounding me with only one exit. I wanted to go through, so I did, in hopes of finding my way out. What I found lurking on the other side was not an exit but something much worse. I found my way back, and I spent the next month fending for myself. Food, water, a temporary shelter. After a month, someone else arrived, and this person arrived with supplies. Every month a new person was sent up. Every arrival was the same as mine. They couldn't remember anything. I was the first one here, and that means that I call the shots, I make the rules, and I run the place.

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