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Hey guys! My friend wrote this story so all credit goes to her! No hate!
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Hello!
I'm Gem! I hope you all enjoy my story, but please no hate!!
Mila will be back soon, but for now I hope you enjoy!
P.s I won't be adding anymore to this story unless you want me too
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             My Story - Chapter 1

My name is Clara O. There is only two things I was allowed to keep about my parents. The name they sentenced for me at birth and how they died. But even that tale could be forgotten in a heartbeat. No detail, no true answer of why I'm stuck in a world where I don't belong. My parents died in a battle held far away in a land that I will never encounter. After the war decreased, As a baby I was sent away into this world to keep me safe and away from the danger's of the far away land. That's where it stops. My memory continues of my actions in this safe haven. But I'm about to discover a gift that will change my life forever.

Stupid kid. This is the third time the kid has stolen from me. First, a blanket. Next, a loaf of stale bread. And now a glass of water. He'll be back, no doubt. My legs shiver in the cold breeze and my long brown hair keeps getting trapped on my dirty face. I crawl along the floor and I grab a handful of murky water from a bucket and splash it over my skin. The water finds a path into my mouth and I choke and splatter creating a wet puddle on my clothes. Urgh. I grab a hair tie and pull my hair back into a plait. That should keep it off. I was given nothing as a baby, just the letter that told why I was here and the blankets that I traveled in. So I suppose a roof over my head and food and water to eat is a accomplishment. I grab a blanket and choose my spot for the night.

My eyes shot open. It's still dark out, but the moon gives all the light I need. A spin my head in the direction of the sound that awoke me. Stupid kid again. I tiptoe across the box and I wait. A minute later a tiny hand shots up from behind the wood and I grab his wrist. My ears are filled with a awful scream. I let go and my hands fly up to block the noise. I hear the boy crying in pain outside. what did I do? I didn't grab it that hard, right?
"Who, what the hell are you?" Snarls the boy through the wall. He scrambles away as I accept the truth. I don't know anymore.