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free·dom /ˈfrēdəm/ Learn to pronounce noun
the state of not being imprisoned or enslaved.
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My shoes hit the ground as I jumped down from the first floor window. My skirt catching air in the process. It was bright outside, unlike my house. I sneezed as I glanced up at the sun, feeling it's warmth on my soft skin.
This is amazing, why doesn't dad let me do this?
To be honest, that man wasn't my father. He's just a man who contributed to my birth. Yes, my biological dad. But that man is not my father. And I'm not his daughter. I'm just here to be his weapon, to fill his spot as a villain when he can't.
He's trained me with combat and everything, he homeschooled me, taught me everything I now know, and he's never let me outside the house. We lived in a large house hidden in the woods, and I have yet to see anything outside of it. Not until today, when I decided I've had enough.
He told me about these battles I'll be participating in once I develop my quirk.
I passed the large gate and stood in the middle of a fairly large road. I bit my lip as I walked down the path.
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I stood at the sidewalk of a busy road, my hair pulled into two pigtails that threatened to rip out my hair. I grabbed the bands that held them there and ripped them out, letting my hair fall down.
I walked around, unsure of what to do now that I was out of the house. That was until I saw a fairly colorful structure. A playground. I ran over to it, a wide smile plastered on my face.
Once in front of it, I noticed there were no kids on it. I searched the area, and found myself in front of a shack hidden in the back of the playground. I pushed open the door. It was like a little club house, it had a bean bag and small table and such.
I walked over to a bookshelf in the corner. I pulled out a book. The title read 'Beauty and the Beast'. It was the first book I've ever read by myself. I smiled at the memory.
A loud slamming of the door took me out of my thoughts.
"What are you doing here?!" A young boy with spiky blonde hair and crimson eyes yelled.
