The Black Cat

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From the beginning. I knew I was different from the other kids, I was a little shorter than them, a little weaker than them, and saw things differently. I started getting made fun of and the other kids started to avoid me.
You're a joke.
"Stop. I'm not a killer, I didn't mean to!"
I can't believe you'd actually think they'd be your friend.
"It was an accident!"
I stared at the limp body at the bottom of the playscape, kids and teachers surrounded the small body. I made a mistake. I thought we were playing, I thought they were messing around with me. But no, ever since that day I've been nicknamed "the black cat" I bring bad luck to anyone that crosses my path. But, why does she smile at me with such kind eyes? Why does she help me not because of pity but out of compassion? Why does she not flee in fear of bad luck? Why?
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Sorry for the short passage but this is a little sneak peek of what this story will be all about! I hope you will enjoy the progression of this story!!
-KJ

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