Chapter Two (Carried On)

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Five Years Latter

I sit alone at lunch, with my long red hair, and freckles. High-school is horrible I'm fifteen now, and my past is horrible. I pull out my lunch my grandfather made me. A small Egg Sam-witch.  I've mostly forgot about my past and moved on. I walk to school everyday and come home to a loving grandfather. I was five years old when my grandfather found me living off the desist soldiers money. Ever since I've told him what happened to Mother he has given me a roof and food on my table, what more could I ask for. The bell rings, as I get ready to skip class again. I walk out of the social cafeteria and up the wheelchair elevator. Last Valentines day the janitors son, John had given me the key to the roof.  Every sunny day I sit on the roof and look at the entire town bellow. 

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