Patricia Miller
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"No..." The sun was still out, and yet the only source of light that could be seen in Rhys's room was his phone; the face of his sister, being reflected into his eyes. The two didn't really look alike at all—her sister had orange hair and a small, cute face—easily making her popular with boys, as is most of her subscribers. Emilia just shrugged her shoulders as she looked right at the camera, [I can't really blame him for what happened, we were all young. I was just 10 then and I can't…-
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"Ma'am..." "Don't you kids know how to knoc—Rhys!?" The Old York High School. Although it was one of the smallest high schools in the country of Amerka, it still boasted several alumni that made their names known throughout the entire country. Rhys is spending his last year as a senior in the school; his stay, completely sponsored by the government as a sort of personal relief fund for the tragedy he had experienced when he was younger. Suffice it to say, as a freeloader and a Lowborn, Rhys was…
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"Your mother or your sister, choose." "Please... please. Not mommy and Chloe!" "Choose. Your mother or your sister? Choose who dies in front of you." "No, no... Please... why are you doing this!?." "Well, since you're not choosing... ...then I'll just kill the two of them." "No... No!" It was a roar, a cry for help. But it didn't really matter because no one listened; before, when it happened, and after. No one listened to his cries, no one listened to the cries of a little boy.…
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