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(Please do not copy any ideas or thoughts from this book because it all from my own imagination. Thank you!)

CHAPTER 1 !!!!!!!!

My name is Emily, Emily emerald. I might appear normal to the common eye but deep down inside me I have an gift that nobody really knows about. One could say I am special or unique, whatever seems to roll off the tongue a little smoother.

Try to say it with me everyone unique, special. I thought I was those words, but when you live in a world where being different is a horrible crime against all of humanity.

You might want to rethink what you believe and how you came to be because staying alive becomes harder every day.

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I stretch my long legs out, after being seated in a tall pine tree for hours with time constantly ticking by, waiting for them to beat it.

A sense of calm washes over me as the green sun shines through the trees.

The little white scar just above my elbow visible as I curl my fingers firmly around the wood on either side of me. Slow soft breath blow out from my parted lips as I try to regain my heartbeat.

The nature around me like a soft cushion as I scan over the tall trees, my hair falls around my face as sweat slides slowly down my cheeks. My stomach crawls angrily as I stay hunched over with my fingers wrapped around the prickly edge of the bark.

They almost caught me this time, don't get me wrong they put up one hell of a fight just to catch an Angel.

An Angel, those make believe humans you hear about in stories with large white wings and beautiful faces. That grant magical gifts to all. Well we exist but with a minor problem we get hunted like animals, men called hustlers like to take us out in body bags and throw us away as trash.

They carry medium sized daggers with a hint of silver at the end, one stab to the heart you are a goner. I have been nicked a few time, but it wasn't anything fatal.

Hustlers hang out in packs almost like wolves but they own knife, they look normal, like human but with a thick leather jacket. They also smell like wolves.

They all remind me of scaly skin snakes, they strike when they feel a little bit threatened.

I spend most of my time wondering around the city and sleeping in the woods. I may be homeless but I don't live with a little felt bag on a stick

The city, a place where dreams are made, my dreams never really get farther than my own mind. My wish will always be to be free and protected against the world but I not really that lucky.

Young and supposedly free, but being an Angel makes life difficult because even if I do mostly live in the city, most of the time I am on the look out for a hustler or someone who might potentially hurt me. Paranoid you may say but I would rather be that than dead.

I might be scared and frightened on the inside but I would never show it on the outside.

I try to act calm and collected but when a sharp object is pointed at your heart that goes straight out the window. My number one rule get the hell out of there.

After a while of uncomfortably crouching I decide that the hustlers must have given up and left because with my amazing hearing I can not seem to hear their heart beats anymore.

I spread my large gold wings out behind me and jump down from the tall oak tree I have been resting on. They catch the breeze from the evening air.

My finger run over the soft bark of the tree, it shifts under my finger, alive but without a heartbeat.

They always seem to almost catch me when I let down my guard, I was walking down the busy street when the hustlers started to walk slowly behind me. Their breathing loud and heavy as my steps started to pick up.

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