Prologue

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"Liyla! Get down here!" I heard my mother scream as I threw the last of my books in my bag. I grabbed my bag running down the stairs. We had to leave, and there was no time to waist.

I was an avid reader with good grades and a
difference to me that was driving me and my family out of the country.

I ran out the door and threw my bags next to me hopping in our overflowing car. I jumped out quickly to take some last pictures of our old house.

As I finished I saw a strange car pull up into our driveway. A strange, unfamiliar looking man stepped out, put a sign in our yard, and glare at us.

"Love, we have to get going." my mother whispered as she turned to get in the car. I looked back at our house and sighed. I took in the last memory of where I grew up, and where I was leaving way to soon, the place I knew I'd never see again.

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