Hayden Smith PoV
Everyone shows their arms.
And somehow I don't feel ashamed.
I feel more f r e e, as if the writing on
my arm is becoming the truth.
William Way PoV
I noticed that their is a
dead glaze tinting
Everyone's e y e s.
But there is also happiness
coating our s k i n.
I am a runaway, yes.
Maybe mine wasn't a positive
outcome like the others
but I was proud of it.
The boy who ran away
from the f a k e facade of humans.
And nobody here judged that.
Ivy Zhang PoV
They know my history now.
Technically I'm no longer an
a m n e s i a c, but I started the journey
with them and I intend to help them.
In my stomach is a living person.
I am a c a r r i a g e
to my own child.
Lord knows who the dad is, but what matters
most to me is that the b a b y stays mine.
Isabella Petit - Brun PoV
There was a silence and an
a p p l a u s e, when my arms
were read. I felt warmth and
comfort. According to my mum
I'm halfway through my journey.
But, I couldn't care less.
The room is painted, it mirrors my own flesh.
But, now we are so faraway from home that
I am almost a new girl.
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Amnesiac Youth
Teen Fiction"I'm just with my friends o n l i n e, and there's things we'd like to c h a n g e."