{ PROLOGUE }

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I can't help but notice the hundreds of eyes glaring at me as I walk through the corridor to my next class. I don't care about the thoughts behind those eyes, I only care about how my life used to be. Before everything happened. When people would smile at me and say a quick "Hi!", but now it's the opposite. I only get smiles that humiliate me, and glances that could kill. I wish I were living in a world where these people didn't exist, and I could just be ME.

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