Prologue (Very Important)

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   Hello, my name is Willow, Willow Freiser. I live in Wisconsin, Madison to be exact. When I was 8 my parents were murdered and I was fostered by the Garante (ga - RONT-tae) family. These people were spoiled and were very racist. I posses the skin tone of the native-american, while they were white. I was treated like a slave and I was whipped in beat to an inch away of death. I was always quiet though, I never cried out in pain or retaliated. I was  very blunt though, I never said anything or even showed I had any emotion... which caused suicidal thoughts. When I turned 10 I was very strong and could barely feel pain. I had stopped the horrible thoughts. Instead I went to Fellman Garante (the dad) and told him calmly how I wanted some change then, the words spilled out like wine "I am leaving. I am treated like property and I can't bear to see anyone treat someone like a pig in a slaughter-house. You are horrible, racist people, and you never show any sympathy. I am tired of being your stress reliever and so this is the day that you either treat me like a human being, or you can go find something that isn't wasteful of your life."

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