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How do you all manage daily schedule? Like I'm trying to juggle work, studying to get my diploma, writing my thesis, workout, writing my fanfics, reading some, and also have just a breath of free time and it seems impossible? Do you guys have any advice? Because I really feel like loosing my mind here.

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Look at him 🥹🥹🥹

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THE FLIGHT OF ICARUS GAVE ME BOOK-HANGOVER!!!

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Thoughts and prayers Simon... Thoughts and prayers...

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I just finished reading Flight of Icarus and I can already feel it giving me book hangover...

I loved it, I knew how it would end for him, but I loved it!

Also Al Munson count your days mate...

I might write a longer review later.

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I think I got addicted making these

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Feeling really Nancy Wheeler-y right now

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Welcome to Hawkins Chapter I.

Warning(s): talking of child neglect, grief, parent death, major spoilers for the book Flight of Icarus, talking about drug use

Word count: 1527

A/N: I know I promised it for yesterday (and the day before); but I really couldn't keep myself up after work, but as an apology I made it longer than I was originally planning to.

“I have a couple of ideas for a new song.” Jo told her brother as he opened the door of the trailer for her. Eddie hummed as he put his guitar down on the sofa, walking to the kitchen to heat something up for dinner.

“I’m listening” he called back as Jo grabbed his guitar with hers in her other hand and walked towards their room.

“I was thinking about something slow” she practically shouted back as she put the instruments to their places. They spent three hours in Gareth’s garage practicing, that’s how much his mother could tolerate before pulling the plug giving the message that it was time to pack it up. She already put up with them longer than Doug’s mother did back in the days. “Like not all the way slow, just the beginning and the end, and the middle be like…”

“Bang” said Eddie with a small smile listening to his little sister’s ramble.

“Exactly!” she said walking back to the kitchen. “A bit Bohemian Rhapsody like, but not entirely, more bang less Galileo.” Jo sat down watching Eddie bustling around the kitchen.

“You want the slow part with piano?” He asked looking over his shoulder.

“I can’t even remember when the last time was, I played piano” she sighed resting her chin on her hands. “Mom loved when I did” she added quietly which made Eddie freeze for a second. “Sorry.” Jo whispered leaning back on the chair fidgeting with her fingers.

“Don’t apologize for talking about her.” Eddie turned back to her, but she wasn’t looking at him. “Hey” he walked to Jo ruffling her hair playfully.

“I can barely remember her.” she said biting the inside of her cheeks.

“You were little when she…” he bit his tongue standing there for a little, then leaned down and gave Jo a kiss on the top of her head. “She loved you, she loved me, that’s all you need to remember.”

Eddie continued to make dinner for themselves and put away some for Wayne for when he gets home from work as Jo sat at the table deep in her thoughts.

“I think I’ll go for a walk.” she stood from the chair walking towards the door. “Shout when dinner’s ready?” Eddie only nodded, him too deep in his thoughts.

Talking about their parents was always a sensitive topic, especially after what happened the year before. Eddie would have bet his life that if his little sister saw their father in the near future, she would punch his face in, and he couldn’t blame her. He would’ve love to do the same, but he knew no matter how angry and disappointed he as with his father he couldn’t do it. Jo on the other hand… She was always more than happy to use her “tiny” fists to solve an escalated situation with the jocks, especially with Tommy H and lately with Jason Carver. She wasn’t violent or abusive, just ready to protect herself and those she cared about. Eddie usually took on the role of punching bag, taking the punches that would have been thrown at others, Jo would return them with equal interest.

The younger Munson walked outside, pacing up and down between the trailers, kicking stones and empty cans of Coke and beer, which she then threw into the nearest trash can. Today she thought more about her parents than she was comfortable with. Thinking about her mother always made her sad, made her want to curl up and cry, hide away just like when she was a little girl. Thinking about Al Munson on the other hand made her mad beyond imagination. Her fists clenched at the thought of him ever coming back after what he did to Eddie the last time he dared to turn up at their doorsteps. At the door of the very house that burned down because of him.

“Fucking piece of shit” she muttered angrily under her nose kicking a stone. She was about to turn around and walk back to their trailer when she heard shouting and one of the trailer doors swung open.

“Yeah? Well, that wasn’t my idea to fucking move here!” Jo heard the owner of the voice shout angrily and she recognized it right away. Simon. “This is bullshit!” he added more quietly as he slammed the door. He wore the same clothes that he did back in school, only the red hoodie was zipped up and he slung the hood carelessly over his head. Jo watched him for a while as he angrily paced up and down muttering under his breath. She let out a small sigh then put her fingers in her mouth letting out deafening whistle that made the dogs in the trailer park bark excitedly. Simon snapped his head towards her, and she waved at him, motioning towards the benches with her head. Jo was the first to get there, getting comfortable as she fished her cigarette out of her pocket. “Hey” Simon smiled at her when he sat down next to Jo, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Hey yourself” she offered him a cigarette and he took it. “No funny things in it I’m afraid.”

“Shit” Simon groaned with fake disappointment. “I was hoping for it.”

“It was about work.” he shook his head and took a long drag. “Back home I had a job since I was fifteen, I was even employer of the month and shit. I was giving money home but now moving here…”

“I’m out of it, sorry.” she chuckled lighting her coffin nail then gave the lighter to the blond boy. “Did you have a fight with your parents?” Jo asked puffing out the smoke, even though she knew the answer. Simon didn’t answer just hummed as he lit his smoke. “Wanna talk about it?”

“I’m sure you’ll find something.” Jo nudged his shoulder with an encouraging smile. “I can ask Wayne, maybe he knows something. And if he doesn’t, with that new mall opening soon I’m pretty sure there will be plenty of jobs.”

“Thanks” Simon looked up at him with a sincere smile. “Who’s Wayne?”

“Our Uncle. Me and Eddie, we live with him.”

“Difficult parents?” he asked which made Jo take a really long drag.

“Mom dead. Dad ditched.” Jo replied curtly.

“I’m sorry. He might come back.” he said with an adorable comforting smile.

“I might put him six feet under if he does, after last year.” Jo’s voice was bitter as she put out the cigarette and reached to light another. Simon didn't know whether to ask what happened last year, but his curiosity got the better of him.

“What happened last year?”

“He waltzed back like it was the most natural thing in the world, he did it before many times, but this time he dragged Eddie into his bullshit. Eddie was an idiot too for trusting him but…" she sighed. "Anyway, as it was expected it bit him – and Eddie – in the ass, got our house burned down by criminals, got Eddie arrested and fucked up his chance to leave Hawkins for good. Alan Munson ladies and gentlemen.” she scoffed. “He didn’t even call to ask if Eddie was released or not.”

“Asshole number one, huh?”

“King of the assholes. An ignorant, selfish bastard.” she put out her second cigarette. “Sometimes I wish he was dead and not mom…” she whispered her throat tight. Simon felt that it was time to change the subject and regretted having even asked.

"I don't think your brother likes me." he took a drag from the cigarette.

"I wouldn't be so sure about it." Jo snatched the cigarette from the blond boy. "Eddie is just... Well Eddie." She coffed taking a drag and Simon raised his brows as he looked at her. "Believe it or not, knowing him my whole life and that's the best explanation I can give you. He is just Eddie. Has a heart of gold, if the Jocks jumped you, he wouldn’t hesitate to stand between you and them, he would complain afterwards, don’t get me wrong, he is a drama queen.” Jo said with a chuckle and Simon followed suit. “But he does it because he really is a good person. No matter what these narrow-minded fucks in this town say. He just doesn’t know you yet. He needs to warm up a bit.”

Simon was about to open his mouth when the door of the Munson trailer swung open.

“Jo?” Eddie shouted looking for his sister in the dark.

“Coming!” she shouted right back jumping off the bench. “I have an idea” she turned back to Simon. “How about we go to school together tomorrow? Pick you up, just outside half past eight?”

“I was supposed to go with my brother but, yeah cool” Simon nodded enthusiastically.

“He can come too, enough space in the back of the van.” she winked walking backwards. “I’ll tell Eddie. Night Little Sheep!” she said with a wide smile disappearing in their trailer with her brother leaving behind Simon who had a confused look on his face hearing the strange nickname. Little Sheep.

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I am really sorry, I have to put it off until tomorrow... My migraine decided to act up and I don't really want to post only a half chapter.

Teaser for Welcome to Hawkins Chapter 1

..."I don't think your brother likes me." he took a drag from the cigarette.

"I wouldn't be so sure about it." Jo snatched the cigarette from the blond boy. "Eddie is just... Well Eddie." She coffed taking a drag and Simon raised his brows as he looked at her. "Believe it or not, knowing him my whole life and that's the best explanation I can give you. He is just Eddie."

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Teaser for Welcome to Hawkins Chapter 1

..."I don't think your brother likes me." he took a drag from the cigarette.

"I wouldn't be so sure about it." Jo snatched the cigarette from the blond boy. "Eddie is just... Well Eddie." She coffed taking a drag and Simon raised his brows as he looked at her. "Believe it or not, knowing him my whole life and that's the best explanation I can give you. He is just Eddie."

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That's sooo them!

@snazzynacho I guess that's summs them up 🫣😂

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IIIII had to...

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Shadows of Rome - Prologue

A/N: I had no idea Caracalla's name - one of them - was Bassianus till I started planning this fic and did the digging for it. English is not my first language so please bear with me please. Also I'm sorry but I didn't read it over again because it's waaaay too late here and I have to work tomorrow...

Warning(s): mention of death

Rome was celebrating. The people gathered around the palace, everything was covered with flower petals, the best food was prepared, and the sweetest wines were brought from all regions.

They were celebrating the future empresses. Septimius Severus had already arranged the marriage of his sons when they could barely walk. The Cornelii family was powerful, they had lands and slaves, they were one of the wealthiest families in Rome with two daughters not much younger than the emperor’s twins. They wanted to solidify their power and wealth, Severus wanted wives for his sons from good families to strengthen his future dynasty. He stood on top of the stairs with his wife – Julia Domna stood their as majestic as ever, back straight as an arrow, her smile never faltering – and their sons. Geta was mimicking his mother’s posture even her smile – which didn’t reach his eyes – as he stood close to her fingers almost itching to reach for her hand for some comfort. Bassianus on the other hand didn’t even try to hide he hated to be there. He tugged at his dress even after his mother warned him to stop it, he made fun of the Senator who announced the Cornelii family’s arrival. He only seemed to calm down a little when Geta reached for his arm and squeezed it, just in time because their father was losing his patience, and they both knew – their mother knew - what happened when he did.

The carriage stopped at the bottom of the stairs and Marcus Cornelius Lentulus stepped out of it first. He seemed… nervous.

“Something is not right” whispered Julia but her smile did not disappear. Severus just gave her a look from the corner of his eye but said nothing. He knew she was right, but he trusted the man at the bottom of the stairs and if he wanted to keep his head, he wouldn’t betray that trust.

The next to appear from the carriage was Fabia Drusilla, Marcus’s wife. Her dark hair was hiding a part of her pale face but even this way they could see, she had a similar expression as her husband though she tried in vain to hide it with a weak smile.

“They look like they bit into a lemon” Bassianus chuckled and Geta gently jerked his arm to silence him.

Finally, a smaller figure appeared. Her small, young body wrapped in purple coloured tunic which hugged her figure too tightly – Julia Domna thought so -, her dark hair was braided beautifully, with golden jewellery around the crown of her head she looked like a real noble girl. Severus waited for the older girl to step out of the carriage, but its door closed and the carriage slowly rolled away. One girl.

“Gods be good” sighted Julia as she tried to keep up her calm composure.

“There is supposed to be two girls.” said Geta and looked at Julia. “Mother?”

“Hush now” she shushed her son softly. “There must be an explanation for it.”

“There better be” hissed Severus in a dangerous voice which made Geta and even his brother stand straighter.

The family walked up the stairs and while they walked step by step, the people started to whisper. Everybody knew there were supposed to be two young girls arriving, so there being only one raised great concern and even more reason to start a gossip.

“Augustus, Augusta.” greeted them Marcus with shaking voice. Fabia Drusilla and the daughter silently bowed both their eyes casted down.

“Marcus, I believe you own me an explanation.” Severus stated while raising his hand for the other man to kiss.

“I’m truly sorry my Augustus… but our eldest girl Drusilla…” pain laced his voice and Julia looked at his wife who had unshed tears in her eyes. “That cruel sickness took her…  We thought our letter would get to you but it seems…” Severus raised his hand and closed his eyes a minute to think. He could send them away, but it would cause scandal, which they didn’t need just now. It would raise the distrust of the other wealthy houses, and he needed their support and now other possible wives to one of his sons.

“One girl is still better than no girl” he heard his wife whisper under her breath, and he knew she was right. It was still easier to find one girl with the qualities like this one here than two.

While the adults were negotiating under the gaze of the people of Rome the young girl in purple took the courage to look up cautiously. Her gaze met with the blue eyes of the elder twin who watched her curiously, then when he noticed her watching him a wide smile appeared on his face which for some reason made the girl smile too. His smile was infectious the kind that would make the most sorrowful person show one in return, even made her smile through her nerves and grief about her sister.

“What’s your name child?” Severus turned to the girl. Her smile immediately disappeared; she straightened her back as she looked at the emperor.

“Cornelia Marcella, Caesar.” she answered in a respectful tone. “I hope the sudden death of my dear sister did not make you change your mind about your arrangement with my father.” she added which made Geta perk up with interest. Everyone else he knew would have just quickly spoken their name and waited for his father's next words, but this girl didn’t. She, Marcella, looked his father in the eye as she talked to him, her voice smooth and gentle, but also underlined with determination. “I can promise you, even without my sister’s presence I’d be a dutiful and loyal wife to one of your sons as long as you still wish for me to be.”

Severus eyed the girl for a long moment, who decided that this was the perfect time to let go of the emperor’s gaze just to meet with similar brown as his, only gentler. Geta looked at Marcella, his head slightly tilted. She was young, younger than him and his brother, yet she talked and carried herself like a grown woman but still head this touch of innocent and naivety that mesmerized him.

“You raised the girl well Marcus” the emperor finally said with something that almost resembled to a smile which made the man let out a sigh of relief alongside with his wife who exchanged looked with Julia who later expressed condolences for her first born. “Come my friend, we have a lot to discuss…”

A/N: I'm not entirely happy with the ending here, but prologues are supossed to be short - or at least I mostly write them that way - and kinda open sooo maybe not that big of a problem. The next chapter will be longer with more Geta and Caracalla and of course Marcella. I hope you guys enjoyed this one.

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PROLOGUE COMING OUT TONIGHT

(Yes I did fuck around with faceapp to make Geta and Caracalla / Joseph and Fred look younger, because - little spoiler - they are supposed to be 16 in the first couple of chapters)

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Master of Puppets

Chapter 3: Subject A

Warnings: Blood, mention of medical torture, cruelty, cursing

Word count: 1805

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4 years earlier, 1982 ~ Somewhere in the south of England

She was cold. She was always cold. Even when the others – her siblings – weren’t, even when the guards were only wearing those short-sleeved shirts. I want one of those – it ran through her mind. – Want something that’s mine. She looked around the room, making sure the little ones were all within eyesight as she sat at one of the tables shivering. The clothes she was wearing, what they gave her were too short and thin for her comfort, but they knew that, they did it on purpose. Another form of control over her.

 Two of the children sat by her feet, playing with each other, the little girl had short, curly blond hair with the biggest, brightest blue eyes she has ever seen. The boy’s hair was cut short, but it was dark as coal. Or so the doctors said, A didn’t even know what coal looked like or what it was in the first place. That made another thought invade her mind. She needed to get out. For good. Not playing the guards for a couple of minutes out getting some fresh air. She needed to leave and never come back. The little girl looked up at her and showed the little red truck she was playing with.

“It’s pretty.” she said with a small smile and the girl went back to play with their brother. They all needed to get out.

The door of the room opened and two doctors with guards in their tail stepped in. They all froze. The red truck in the little girl’s – X’s – hand started to shake as the girl’s body trembled. A reached down and caressed her little head in a soothing manner whispering her reassuring words, while she never took her eyes off the man and the woman in the white lab coat.

“Alpha” the woman called out and her hand on the little girl’s head froze. The blonde girl looked up at her and she tried to put on a brave face.

“It’s okay.” She said with what she thought was a reassuring smile.

“Don’t make me call for you again.” The woman – Doctor Graham – scanned the room.

“I’m here.” she stood abruptly taking a couple of steps toward the doctors then stopped with her hands behind her back, standing at attention.

“Now that’s a good girl.” Doctor Graham drawled with a malicious smile. “We don’t want to repeat what happened last time, do we now?”

She felt eyes on her and when she looked at her left, she saw N. She sat on the ground with a little boy, he was new barely a year old. The girl close to her age looked at her with wide eyes, shaking her head slightly. A thought scratched her brain, which made her shiver even more. Don’t do it. She blinked a couple of times trying to get rid of the feeling that she couldn’t describe any other way than being invasive. Please don’t.

“I won’t.” She whispered and looked back at the doctors. “No ma’am.” She said with a tone like someone had pulled her teeth.

“Why do I find it hard to believe?” the other doctor – Wells – scoffed while putting his hands in his pockets. Hands Alpha once broke once, since then the man developed the habit hiding them into his pockets whenever the girl was around. Like it could help if she decided to do it again. But she wasn’t about to receive the punishment she got for it anytime soon. Just thinking about it made her skin crawl.

“Now Dr. Wells” purred Dr. Graham in a sweet voice which made A grimace, she knew exactly how fake it was. “good behaviour is rewarded” she motioned the girl to come closer. “bad behaviour gets you punished, but you know that, don’t you Alpha?” she asked and her voice turned cold, making a shiver go down the girl’s spine.

“Yes Ma’am.” she nodded looking up at Dr. Wells. “How are your hands?” she couldn’t help it, it came out almost as a reflex, and she couldn’t fight down the smirk appearing on her face when she saw the muscle on Wells jaw ticked.

“You little bitch.” the man hissed and was ready the hit the girl. She just tilted her head, the doctors hand stopped mid-air, his eyes went wide and broke out in cold sweat. Over the years using her “gifts” became as natural as breathing, sometimes it happened without here really wanting it to, but always when it was needed. Because that’s who you are. You are special. You are perfect. – she could still hear his voice. Her friend.

She could see those blue eyes, clear as day, hear the soothing voice. She could feel warmth washing through her body, her muscles twitch ever so slightly as she held the man with a mare thought, with so little effort it almost made her chuckle. Soon she would be strong enough to help everyone escape. Soon they’d wish they’ve never started to play gods.

“It would be a shame if they broke again.” she saw the guards move and she took a step back letting go of Wells’ hand.

“Alpha” Graham had a scolding tone but looked impressed. “We talked about this.”

“I was just defending myself.” she gave her best innocent look, putting her hands behind herself once more. For anyone else she would’ve looked like an innocent teenage girl, small, skinny – from only getting barely enough food – big brown eyes that could make everyone believe, she was only a scared little girl, but the doctors and the guards knew better. They knew she was more dangerous than any weapon known by humans. Her and her siblings were “the future of humankind” or the doom of it. Everything depends on the person’s point of view.

“I’ll let that one slide given Dr. Wells’” Graham gave the other doctor a contemptuous glance. “outburst.” She reached out her hand for the girl, and with hesitation – while trying to control the trembling – she took it. Alpha was trying to buy time so far, with her little scene, her play with Wells, but there was only so much time she could get. “It took long years, but I think finally you are starting to understand what we do here is for you and for the people.”

Liar! – it echoed in her head. Her own thought and her siblings’ who were old enough to understand what was going on. It made hear head pound, but she fought of the painful grimace as she followed Dr. Graham to what she knew for sure, would be another painful experience.

How much pain it took to lose complete control? How much pain before she couldn’t use her powers at all? The first one cost half of the establishment, the second the life of six of their men. She never understood how does it worth it for them? Sometimes a bitter voice in her head told her they just wanted to saw her, and the others suffer.

We are not like them. We are stronger, something that they’ll never be so they are trying to control us. They’ll hurt you, but you will not break. You are like me. We are firsts, we are survivors.

1987. March ~ Dmitri’s cabin

The first creature broke down the door, the second charged in without wasting any time. It looked around, it’s face opening up, letting out a blood-curdling screech. Hopper reached for his gun but before he could get it out of it’s holster the demodog darted towards him. Joyce let out a scream, pulling El to herself, and Murray dropped himself behind the armchair he was sitting in. Hopper raised his arms, one of them holding the gun and was ready to shoot if the creature tackles him to the ground, but nothing happened. The demodog stopped in mid-air, struggling, his legs kicking to every direction, snarling angrily. Hopper looked at her daughter expecting her to stand there with her hand extended, her nose bleeding from the effort of holding the creature back, but to his surprise, El just stood there, pulled back to Joyce’s chest, her breathing ragged, brown eyes wide open. But she wasn’t looking at the demodog, she looked past it. She was looking at Alina. She stood behind the creature both hands outstretched in front of her, they were shaking, her whole body abnormally tense. Her eyes were bloodshot, her breathing as ragged as if she just finished the Marathon and her nose started breathing.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Hopper exclaimed and looked at Dmitri but to his surprise the Russian man didn’t seem shocked at all, not in the slightest.

The other creature on the ground started to move again, slowly getting up from the pieces of the door with disoriented moves. Alina watched it move and when it was ready to jump at Dmitri she jerked her head to the side making the creature fly right out where there door stood minutes ago. She twisted her wrists making the demodog hanging in the air let out a painful sound but before it could make another move or sound with angry scream, Alina spread her arms and the creature fell on the floor in two pieces.

Alina staggered and fell against the kitchen counter, the other demodog appeared again but before she even could raise her hand one of the kitchen cabinets flew across the room and crushed the creature. Here confused eyes looked around the room until they met with El’s. The younger girl looked at her with a determined look as blood was running down towards her mouth from her nose. Alina’s eyes widened, as she let Dmitri hold her up, at first, she didn’t even realise he came to her side and started talking to her. She is like me.

“Alina!” Dmitri shook her which made her tore her eyes off of El and look at the man. “Are you all right?” he asked while looking her over as if he could find any injuries even though Dmitri knew there wouldn’t be any.

“Car.” she whispered out of breath still feeling slightly disoriented.

“Excellent idea” called out Murray from his hiding spot behind the armchair, making a face when he saw the demodog ripped into two.

They all headed to the back door to get to the cars when Hopper grabbed the Russian man’s arm.

“You have a lot of explaining to do.” but before Dmitri could say anything another demodog burst into the room.

“Come on!” they heard Joyce shout, and they locked the door behind themselves even though they knew it wouldn’t do any good. A minute later two engines roared up and the cars were heading towards Hawkins.

A/N: I hope the constant time jump is not to confusing or annoying.

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Little teaser for the next Chapter for Master of Puppets

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4 years earlier ~ Somewhere in the south of England

She was cold. She was always cold. Even when the others – her siblings – weren’t, even when the guards were only wearing those short-sleeved shirts. I want one of those – it ran through her mind. – Want something that’s mine. She looked around the room, making sure the little ones were all within eyesight as she sat at one of the tables shivering. Two of the children sat by her feet, playing with each other, the little girl had short, curly blond hair with the biggest, brightest blue eyes she has ever seen, the boy’s hair was cut short, but it was dark as coal. Or so the doctors said, A didn’t even know what coal looked like or what it was in the first place. That made another thought invade her mind. She needed to get out. For good. Not playing the guards for a couple of minutes out getting some fresh air. She needed to leave and never come back. The little girl looked up at her and showed the little red truck she was playing with.

“It’s pretty.” she said with a small smile and the girl went back to play with their brother. They all needed to get out...

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