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Kyla is an perfect girl in her perfectly perfect world. Except for her nightmares. But overall she's popular, pretty, and perfect. The three P's. Until one day her world is shattered. Her boyfriend and best friend become monsters and a mysterious boy who lies about his name comes waltzing in to her life. Kyla doesn't understand why he seems familiar, or why she knows his name isn't David. She doesn't understand, because she doesn't remember.
My long black hair flowed down my back to my hips. I had on a pair of khaki shorts that were cut mid-thigh. They were worn out, and charred from the heat. I wore a small black shirt that barely fit, and had many small holes, from years of wearing. My gloves, missing the fingers were black, along with my combat boots. I had two leather straps that formed a huge “x” on my shoulder, chest, and stomach, on the back was a long sleek sword, encrusted with jewels. I must have been a sight to see to
In a world, where everyone fights to the death, it’s rare to have a weakling. But every once in a while, it happens. And they usually die before they turn 10. There aren’t any parents around to save you. It’s every person for themselves. The parents’ abandon you after you’re born. If you’re lucky enough, a child may take you into your care. Sometimes the animals take pity on you. But sooner or later, whether an animal or human takes you in, the Fighters come. And they tell you who you really
Kyla is an perfect girl in her perfectly perfect world. Except for her nightmares. But overall she's popular, pretty, and perfect. The three P's. Until one day her world is shattered. Her boyfriend and best friend become monsters and a mysterious boy who lies about his name comes waltzing in to her life. Kyla doesn't understand why he seems familiar, or why she knows his name isn't David. She doesn't understand, because she doesn't remember.
My long black hair flowed down my back to my hips. I had on a pair of khaki shorts that were cut mid-thigh. They were worn out, and charred from the heat. I wore a small black shirt that barely fit, and had many small holes, from years of wearing. My gloves, missing the fingers were black, along with my combat boots. I had two leather straps that formed a huge “x” on my shoulder, chest, and stomach, on the back was a long sleek sword, encrusted with jewels. I must have been a sight to see to
In a world, where everyone fights to the death, it’s rare to have a weakling. But every once in a while, it happens. And they usually die before they turn 10. There aren’t any parents around to save you. It’s every person for themselves. The parents’ abandon you after you’re born. If you’re lucky enough, a child may take you into your care. Sometimes the animals take pity on you. But sooner or later, whether an animal or human takes you in, the Fighters come. And they tell you who you really